A couple again.

(en español)

I think that my father was a wise man. Practical. A few years before his retirement from the Army, he was deciding what he would do then.

Lesson taken. My wife and I were sure that our children would leave the family home soon. So what we were going to do then, how our lives would be like? So we prepared in advance.

It’s funny that every mother and father knows that their children eventually will go away. But they suffer when that happens. At least this is true for Mexican families.

I knew that my son and daughter would go away, as I did once. We are supposed to make that possible in the best way for them. They must be ready to fly away in the best condition.

As a parent, sometimes I felt that I wasn’t doing the right thing. My father onece told me: “you and your siblings are trying to do right what you think I did wrong, but you are going to makes mistakes anyway”. And yes, I did. But one do the best one can do.

And now was the time to let them go, and reunite with my wife, as a couple. Now we have good art studios at home, one next to the other. We’re planning to make some arrangements to the little garden, cooking what we like, enjoying a glass of wine. We have more time together, time to talk, time for each one.

I’m a lucky man.

The new normality

(en español)

There’s a new way to explain life after Covid 19: the new normality. A strange way to say that we’re not going back to our way of life before it, what ever that may mean to anyone.

Sincerely, I don’t think we were living really well, many things should of change. But what it seems to be the new normality is, definitely, not nice at all.

Could you imagine yourself wearing a mouth mask all the time you’re not home? Not having the great pleasure of greeting loved friends with a hug or a kiss? Being frightened by all the terrible viruses we may encounter?

When I was a child, I remembere some cousins who were living with my grandma for a period of time. She was afraid of them getting sick. So she used to cover them with blankets at the slightest weather change. They were always sick with a cold or throat pain.

I understand the need to protect us from the new virus, trying to be healthy when the hospitals are full with Covid 19 infected persons. But I refuse to be terrorised with nature or catastrophic news.

We must exert our freedom of choice, of how we want to live. Of working towards better societies, more empathic, just. For a way to live with the world, nature, in good terms. For people accepting the differences we have, and celebrating what makes possible to live as a brotherhood.

Another round in the weel

(en español)

Life surprise us with some opportunities from time to time. So here I am, in the middle of the lockdown, in a new studio. This gives me the chance for a new begining, producing art. There are some projects going on, and a renew desire to work and share what I do.

That is why I have worked on a new site: ruizlimon.com

There I’m going to share what I do as an artist and designer. I’m happy.

A good idea

This Friday afternoon I was reading, with my cat and Scottish terrier by my side, enjoying a slightly aromatic tobacco. I remembered a text that I like:

“Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need – a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing”.
Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat

Coronavirus lockdown

What kind of confinement should I have? In this time of Coronavirus, my weekly zazen with the Sangha has been cancelled. Classes where I teach and study also. Because of my age I’m in the risk section of the population.

I’m still riding my bicycle in the morning. Today I had a ride of 19 km. I do zazen by myself. But my wife and I will be in home for the next 5 days, and then we will see what should we do next.

In Mexico there are not that many cases by now. But we believe in isolation as a mean to help not collapsing the health system.

Tomorrow will be my first “real” isolation day, although I’m planning to do my morning riding as long as I can.

Christmas and the end of the year.

(Versión en español)

It was the first Christmas without my father, who died last February. He used to tell me to make a stop during the last days of the year and think how it was.

Well, it was not a common one, and neither prolific. But I started important changes within and outside.

One different thing is that, contrary from what I usually do, is that I decided to take some actions: getting back to exercising on a bicycle, writing a diary, posting once a week in this blog and also in a Spanish version, and spending more hours at the painting studio.

Let the year roll!

Clear mind

In my morning rides something has been going round and round in my head: as I explained in my last post, I’ve considered to teach less hours per week.

Well, biking surely clears my mind. Although it will mean less payment, I’m going to have more time to be an artist.

I am cleaning all the mess in my studio, from the end of the school semester. It makes me happy and ready for more drawing/painting time. I think studying the new degree has helped, but I thank my beloved old blue bicycle for all the kilometers of clear mind.