“We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.” Ray Bradbury
What I’ve learnt lately:
The word Yoga means union in sanskrit.
Union with ourselves and then with the universe.
We create our circumstances: all is an illusion.
The time for seeding is only once a year.
For each thing there is a time to ripen.
We are what we eat, what we smell and what we think.
We are our senses,
and the uniqueness of how we choose to interpret them.
I become conscious about my own roots,
Where and how far are they growing?
where and how far are they going?
“All the world is a stage”
It’s still summer
And with the strength of the consciousness
I observe the spirit floating inside me
And suddenly realize, thinking about what I previously wrote
something was missing:
My body will be my temple
My bonds will be my home
And I will make my home my shelter
So the shelter, my shack and my place
My place, the whole world
And all the world, my stage.
“Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food.”
Hippocrates, who lived 2384 ago.
“…Consciousness, the great poem of matter, seems so unlikely, so impossible, and yet here we are with our loneliness and our giant dreams. Speaking into the perforations of a telephone receiver as if through the screen of a confessional, we do sometimes share our emotions with a friend, but usually this is too disembodied, too much like yelling into the wind. We prefer to talk in person, as if we could temporarily slide into their feelings. Our friend first offers us food, drink. It is a symbolic act, a gesture that says: This food will nourish your body as I will nourish your soul. In hard times, or in the wild, it also says I will endanger my own life by parting with some of what I must consume to survive. Those desperate times may be ancient history, but the part of us forged in such trials accepts the token drink and piece of cheese and is grateful.”
Extract from A Natural History of the Senses by Diane Ackerman
This summer I made an organic vegetable garden, cooked healthy and delicious meals for family and friends, practiced yoga, meditated, lit candles, read, and thought:
My body will be my temple
My bonds will be my home,
And I will make my home my shelter.
Simply magic. From Mon 6 to Sun 12 we had the fortune to enjoy films like “Only lovers left alive” by Jim Jarmusch or “The Congress” by Ari Folman surrounded by the wonderful nature of Jose Ignacio, Uruguay. A real invitation to share or to be a part of a community dream. Thanks!
While watching a sunset in Jerusalem I feel the emotion and simplicity of contemplation.
Source of inspiration: The wave dance by Gabrielle Roth