Last Monday, I walked—with a gentle emotion held in my heart—along the paths of a garden that is truly a green paradise in the heart of Havana. It is the Quinta de los Molinos, a place of historical significance dating back to Colonial times, but today it stands as a green refuge: a meeting ground for diverse cultures and a hub for research projects and activities.
I went because a fellow member of the birdwatching group told me that students from the Bird Banding Group at the University of Havana would be there, and she herself introduced me to the young professor accompanying them.
The work they do is delicate and deeply committed, as I could see in the short time I spent observing the level of detail with which they operate. And yes, I was moved—because I love birds, I feel a special affection for them.
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I’m eager to tell you this story, but it won’t come just yet—I need time to organise the details properly. So let me share a few thoughts here, amidst the freshness of this place, where I could stay for hours, because it feels like home.
So today, as I looked through these photos—after choosing to stay here in my house and rest, gathering my thoughts as well—I felt moved to write and to thank the Universe, for my request from last night had been heard.
My voice was carried on the wind, surely on wings, so, something I thought was lost revealed itself in all its beautiful and inspiring colours—and that, for me, has been more than enough.
Just as I return to this walk—which didn’t take place on a Wednesday but on a Monday—and my chest bursts with joy, I held in my hands yesterday that object I received as a gift days ago, the one I chose to make my amulet. I spoke to it, pouring all that excited energy into it as I visualised an outcome—and today I can say, yes, it definitely works.
I observe how graceful and perfect these guardians appear, and I think of my angels, Frida and Queen, who are surely in a place of light, from where they often guide me. I reflect on how, in the midst of my morning’s joyful song, I happened to say “nothing is perfect”—and then another thought came to remind me that thinking that way is precisely why I’ve often been mistaken. It’s simply that I tend to measure the perfection of things with the wrong yardstick—my own, the one that should have become obsolete, the one marked by pain, by unresolved or unhealed situations. It happens to all of us, because we’re human—because even in a moment of joy, the tiniest detail can feel like it casts a shadow… like a thorn pressing where the wound lies. In my case, it’s that I lack confidence in myself...
That’s why I’ve decided to offer all these thoughts to the Source. I’ve decided to leave in peace, to walk where the details emerge through the gentle murmur of water, dressed in layers of light—or simple silence. They bring the perfect story into my world, a shared world of deep emotions, astral journeys, and poetic reverberations… and I know that there, I am never alone.
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