Letter to Casa

I'm still on the road.

Someone would call it "camino". For me is just life. Here in there. Walking by foot or hitching a car. Living with what people have to offer. Sleeping sometimes in churces, sometimes in homeless shelters, sometimes in people's houses. Eating what i find and what people want to offer.

Finding the magic everywhere. Living this life a treasure hunt.
I'm trying to be in the present as much as I can.

This road brough me joy, sadness, forgiving, teaching.

This road makes my feet heavy, my heart full, my mind empty.

It keeps on bringing me in front of people who represents aspects of me. Who could be me in the future, in the past, in the now.

We are all similar and different somehow. I'm another you. I feel what you feel and we laught and cry together.

I'm 30 km from Finisterre (The End of the World according to the Romans). North of Spain. After, I will be on a new walk.

Tell me about you. Tell me about Casa.

With love,
Valentina

PS. Kitten: when will you teach me how to fly?

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I'm still flying

I'm still flying away,

Someone would call it 'a cat who thinks she's a bird'. For me its just life. Here in there. Walking on four paws or jumping over balconies. Sneaking away food that no one offered me. Sleeping sometimes in baskets, sometimes in chairs, sometimes on pillows. Eating what I find, drinking out of others cups when they aren't looking.

Finding cheese everywhere. Living life as a treasure hunt for melon.
I'm trying to be a bird as much as I can.

This flight brought me purring, scratching, biting, random claw attacks on innocent people.

This flight makes my paws light, my heart empty, my mind dream of oceans of fish.

It keeps on bringing me in front of birds who represent aspects of me. Who could be me in the future, in the past, in the now. Too bad they fly away in fear of me.

We are similar and different somehow. I'm nothing like you. I don't feel my claws in your skin, I laugh and you cry.

I'm not sure where I am. North of Somewhere. After, I will be on a new flight, heading south with my friends for the winter.

Tell me about you. Tell me about Casa. Tell me where I can find some Vla....

With love,
Kitten

ps. Valentina I miss you