An English Journey

Prose is thought put to page. In other words, should you have a brain, you can write. Easy-peasy. And yet , each time you face a blank sheet of paper you are in potential danger of running out of steam . It might be a lack of ideas or an excess of niggling worries . Maybe today’s dismal weather or a heavy lunch has made you sluggish . Listing all possible causes would be a never-ending task . Take it easy . You knew perfectly well that blogging was not going to be child's play . Nevertheless, the benefits of writing regularly can easily outweigh the difficulties and frustrations. The beauty of writing or “thinking into paper” is that there are hardly any rules to constrain you. Some time ago, I came across a telling   argument against the so-called “Writer’s Block”, a condition in which an author loses the ability to produce new work. Apparently, laziness is not the chief reason  for this blockage but the disdain that authors have towards their own work. Ob...

Beniatjar, Valencia. Sunday afternoon. Lolling around on the Calvary, the sun glaring right in my eyes , I feel rejuvenated . Our body has been designed to overcome difficulties . The brain can providentially forget those trifling fears that sometimes are able to keep us sleepless , staring up at our bedroom ceiling all night long. Sucre is lying on a stone bench by me, quiet and peaceful. Wagging his tail occasionally as a sign of happiness. Aware of the companionable silence , who knows? No other human being around to talk to, I can free my mind. There is no single niggling worry at the back of my head. I can now do my own thing . Sometimes a bit of self-awareness and selfishness is not harmful. The end justifies the means .