Tag Archives: nature


Last summer while on holiday driving from one point of the island to the other I saw this magnificent clouds formation above. I love clouds and all its forms. Let it be Cumulus, Stratus, Nimbus or Cirrus, I love them all. But most of all I love the fluffy fat ones that look like pieces of cotton floating in the air. Like these ones…  


Out of This World

Last Autumn I was passing by the neighborhood park during one of my daily walks and I was pleasantly surprised to see that they decorated the place with multicolored lights and otherworldly works of art. It had given the place an eerie atmosphere which is far from its usual subdued state. I was amused. 



Last summer I was walking along this (almost) barren coast in Majorca when I encountered these little beauties. And I thought: How they can grow and flourish in this extreme situation? 







It was hot, windy, suffocating and dry; so dry, and yet they look as if they are having a good time. I envy their tenacity and perseverance. Tough little angels. 

While most of us are struggling to grow anything in almost ideal circumstances with the help of everything available to us, these creatures are happily surviving without help other than what they can find in nature. Perhaps we can learn a thing or two from them. Don’t you think so? 


Now, at this very moment, I will trade everything to be able to swim in a natural spring water again. It was such a long time ago that I have experienced that kind of feeling, free, uninhibited and clean. A privilege that most of my countrymen are taking for granted especially those that are on the lower rung of the status ladder and living close to these kinds of natural environments not knowing my dream (and probably other people like me) is situated on their backyards…



I am wild if you like; but I stayed in my burrow a long, long time, – nibbling your straws and snapping at your fingers, but always just a little out of reach. Until at last, I got to trust you so much that one day I ventured out for a minute, – and you threw rocks at me. And I will never come out again…



…undeniable truth of our current climate, society, economy, social/familial morals and values, work ethics, priorities, preferences dreams, goals… the list is endless. We have gone so far that going back is impossible. This generation of sub-humans are lost and we are not even aware of it. We simply don’t care. We watch the fruits of our irresponsible acts and negligence detached pretending it doesn’t have a negative effect on the environment, wildlife, and humanity not to mention the entire planet. We are in denial. Our focus is on extremes. We lost regard of quality and everything that matters. Pleasures, materialism, insatiable desires and appetite for ownership and appropriation whatever the cost are the driving forces of today’s minds. The appeal of acquiring toys comes to lie not in their use anymore but in their status as possessions. Whatever makes us looks good to the eye of our peers must obtain to set us above the rest, to feel powerful, to be in control. And so we think. Even if we wake up and start doing what supposed to be done it’s already too late for us. But it’s not too late for the future generations. We can still right what we have done wrong, not anymore for our own sakes but for those who will come after us so they can teach their youngs the responsibility of taking care of what is truly important. Can we still do it? Of course we can!  Let’s start now.


What Does A Caterpillar Think

Is happening to the world when

He lies down in his cocoon

And everything is dark

And everything still

And his body starts to change?

Does his whole body ache?

So much so that he thinks his

World is ending?

Does he think this is the end?

Does he think his body is falling


He must feel his world crumbling




Does he know he is growing

Wings so he can fly above

It all

And soar with the wind?

Does he know he is growing legs

And he is growing the most beautiful artwork for wings

So he will be able to lift himself

Off the ground

He once was stuck to?

Probably not.

When your life is filled with darkness

And your body starts to ache,

Your world is unrecognizable—

Remember the caterpillar

Who curls up thinking that this his final darkness

And his body is failing him,

Who is only but changing

And who awakens one morning to a new life,

A new body—

A butterfly.

~Author: Liz Brenna