Recuerdo cuando era muchacha la piedra que mas me gustaba era la esmeralda, soñaba con un anillo con esa piedra, pero muchos años después, me gradué de Profesora en Educación Integral, egresada en la UPEL Universidad Pedagógica Experimental Libertador, y aunque el anillo no era con una piedra de esmeralda, era de color verde, así que sí obtuve el anillo, aunque lo extravié🥺

Hasta aquí mi participación, espero no haberlos aburrido, gracias por llegar hasta aquí, aprovecho de invitar a @irenenavarroart y @soyunasantacruz. Bendiciones.

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Hello my dear #Holus-Lotus community, after several days of absence, our beloved @emiliorios invites me back among you. He brings back the second part of the 7th day of colors. The selected image with that color will trigger some experiences in our minds that we will reflect in our writings. For this occasion, the selected color is green. Whenever people talk about hope, they associate it with this color, as well as progress, harmony, and tranquility. These last two are true for me, since my moment of tranquility is being surrounded by the green of nature. So without further ado, let's get to the keyboard ✍️

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As soon as I saw this image, it transported me, just like it did these users, whom I loved reading @germanandradeg, @mariperez316, @belkiscabrera, as well as them. It took me back to my childhood. Although I didn't live like @mariperez316 and @belkiscabrera, in places around my house where I could appreciate nature, run among the cornfields, and be close to the majestic Orinoco, I did visit the "Cerro María Lionza" National Monument, also known as the "Sorte Mountain," for many years during Holy Week, until I turned 17. in Yaracuy, and is divided into three sectors, Sorte, Quivayo and El Oro, although I went to all three sectors, in my last years of climbing, we only camped in El Oro, I want to confess that all my life I believed this sector was called El Loro🫣 until today when searching for images, I found out it was not El Loro, but El Oro😅

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I belong to a family where, in every generation, there are always those who perform esoteric rituals and work with spiritualism. This was the reason for going to the mountains every year. My mother, Gladys (my mother's older sister), I kept my promise during Holy Week and we stayed there for a week. We arrived in a caravan. There were quite a few of us. They would set up a blackboard that looked like a roof. They would place the altar of saints underneath, two folding beds, and around it they would hang hammocks. Others would bring tents. They would place another blackboard to house the kitchen and the wine cellars. They would connect the extension cord with light bulbs, which would light up everything around the space we occupied. This worked with a plant. Once when we arrived I heard someone say, the rich have arrived. 😅

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Although everyone was pursuing their own interests, mine was simply sleeping among the trees, waking up to the noise of the monkeys, listening to the sound of the cicadas and the river that was just a few meters from where we had to camp, seeing the great diversity of birds that passed above us, That's where my love of nature comes from, or perhaps my African and Indian roots, on my maternal grandmother's side, as well as a group of friends who reunite year after year.

When I looked at the image that @emiliorios presented to us, it didn't occur to me, as @syllem did, that the feeling of cold in the image conveyed loneliness and sadness. Instead, I felt the cold that reaches the mountains at dusk, with the mist announcing that night is about to arrive. I waited for dark to contemplate the little light of the fireflies, eat a delicious dinner, and then settle down to sleep with the sound of nature, far from the hustle and bustle of the city and the daily hustle and bustle.

There were many experiences I remember from those walks, avoiding the practitioners, playing with my friends, where every time we played hide-and-seek, I always got a snake. Even when I went for a swim, a swimmer passed me once.

My friend Mara lived there. When @mariperez316 recounted the bonfire with the budare, the mud and bamboo house, I remembered that mountain house, full of goats, sheep, chickens, and a family warmth that made me want to return years later. The other thing I loved were the processions that took place starting on Nazarene Wednesday. We would climb the mountain, praying the rosary and singing typical Holy Week songs. This is the part where I really enjoyed participating.

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I remember when I was a girl, the stone I liked the most was the emerald. I dreamed of a ring with that stone. But many years later, I graduated as a Professor of Comprehensive Education from UPEL (Universidad Pedagógica Experimental Libertador). Although the ring didn't have an emerald stone, it was green, so I did get the ring, although I lost it. 🥺

That's all for my participation. I hope I haven't bored you. Thank you for reading this far. I'd like to invite @irenenavarroart and @soyunasantacruz. Blessings.

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