Jonna

Trees of life

Waters and rocks of a river 

I ran back to the rock to see what was in the horizon mind. Sat on the rock and looking around me, trying to read, understand and find something there. I ran back because I wanted to know what was there, what was being painted and written in that moment in time over the river, in the mountains and in the sky. A magical place, being there on my own with no one else butt with nature.

With the ilustrated book in my hands I turn page after page. I read what I think I understand and understood on the book's written pages, as far as my learning and knowledge. I read what I think that was in horizon mind. The written words that I read and the paints that my eyes could see on the walls of that so vast and wonderful horizon. River, mountain and sky walls. Sat on the rock, nature was in motion around me. The trees, the waters and the sky. There, breathing and seeing kinds of nature motions, alive, feeling and wondering things. If the mountain will move one day' 

It is not the mountain that goes to man, it is man that goes to the mountain.

Cabin talk.

The cabin is a liveble place and a possibility. 

Work, a little roof with walls and food and I'll be there and working.

Jewels, wings on the wind ways. Well, I just lift off.

Still far from the happy place, alone in the sky, it is another world and I will have to land somewhere one day.

This message was inspired by the first 2 minutes of your last youtube video.

Then, you talking at your cabin.

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A look at my friend, Jonna.

Are you a friend of mine´

WELL

We can be