La huerta

“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?

My feet,

where and how far are they going?

Summer thoughts II

“All the world is a stage”
William Shakespeare

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.

Summer thoughts

“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.

Jose Ignacio International Film Festival 2014

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!


“If you love and get hurt, love more.
If you love more and hurt more, love even more.
If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more.”

William Shakespeare