Memories and recollections.
Greetings reader friends, as always I hope you are feeling well to continue with the readings, today I bring you some thoughts to share, some of you have already read some points and other new users will read them for the first time.
I'm a woman over 60 years old, I still practice medicine which is my profession and I do it in the mornings in my private practice, next to my house. I also dedicate my afternoons to taking care of my plants because it is my passion.
I love planting, transplanting, harvesting and I also love selling my plants. I have a good collection of cacti and succulents that I have been able to acquire over the years.
Since the pandemic started I have not been able to leave my house, I have only been able to go to a few places because they have come to pick me up and bring me back, because I have to take care of myself.
I'm a colon cancer survivor. I was very weak and feeble when I had it and during the treatment I almost died, it just wasn't my time yet and I'm still here. That was some 12 or 13 years ago, I don't remember very well, although at the moment I am suffering from another type of cancer, skin cancer, this one has a better prognosis, it is more treatable and curable.
The fact is that I am very fair skinned and I exposed myself too much to the inclement sun for several years and now I have too many skin lesions, some good ones that are also treatable and some bad ones like cancer, but curable.
My life has been indoors since the isolation began, almost all my photos are of my plants and some are of the memories I keep from before the confinement.
Now I have the after-effects of cancer treatment and also because I smoked for several years while studying, my lungs now suffer from a continuous sensitivity.
Writing as an inspiration is a way to relax the mind and spirit. When we allow our mind to fly and all these lines come out the body feels free and inspired to soar the thoughts to the most remembered places.
I wish in my mind that all this evil would be released from the world and that I could go back out and do my adventures on the road that I used to do.
I know that my body is already different, I also know that in my country the security both in the city and on the road is not the same as before. I know that the transit roads are abandoned and that in the checkpoints that used to be points of support are now points of fear.
Even so, I want to be free again, to travel on the roads, to take pictures of the beautiful landscapes of my country, of the vegetation, of the fauna, of all those places that I visited and that made me feel free.
Because maybe we love things more when we lose them than when we have them in front of us. The separation, the absence, of all the common habits became distant and forgotten, today I appreciate them more.
Is that why we have been going through such difficult times? So that we continue to learn to value what we have in the present and not to miss what is in the past? I don't know, I just know that at this moment I would like to be walking free on my beaches, or to be in the countryside listening to the sound of the birds.
God will soon deliver us from these difficult times and I will return to write about my adventurous present without fear.
By God I am nostalgic to live again on the road driving hours to get to the cities where I left so many friends and memories. Where I enjoyed my stay so much, where I was given so much love.
There is a chirping tune of a little bird that when it passes by my garden and sings brings back memories of the lagoons and morichales that I visited in the plains regions of my country. You can't imagine how clearly those memories associated with the chirping of that little bird suddenly come to me. It is impressive how in a single hearing it makes me travel to the Venezuelan plains.
Do you have such fond memories when you hear or see something that takes you back to a happy past? If so, would you tell me? I'd like to read about it in the comments.
Thanks to all who have been able to read and comment on my thoughts today. Thanks to the sponsor renewers like @jane, and to those I don't remember please excuse me, sometimes I forget names, but to all of you I want to thank with my love.
Oh friend Gertu, I have a gift for you since December, but I had not been very well or active here on read.cash, so if you can write me on my instagram francysmat or telegram @Arte_FM (I do not want to put the phone number here), so we can coordinate to meet and give you your gifts.