Sometimes we feel as if we are suspended, without moving, in the void of waiting or saying goodbye. We remain quiet, looking forward a wave, perhaps, while life continues to cradle the leaves in the forest, the clouds in the sky and the waves in the sea. This is how it happened in a visualization… Continue reading The Metaphor of the Small Sailboat by the Sea
Writings.
Wild Wisdom
In an online meditation meeting, I had a visualization that, besides being beautiful, was inspiring, like those messages that come just to support us: “I was in a region of vast, green fields, surrounded by some apparently well-maintained wooden fences. There were clusters of trees here and there and no animals in sight. The day… Continue reading Wild Wisdom
The Pond
Some time ago, I participated in a guided online experience in which I had a visualization that still remains alive on me. My wish, then, was to receive guidance on how to flow in the world, along with people. Here's the visualization: “I was in a green forest, in a small clearing where a spring… Continue reading The Pond
Music
I feel lightness when traveling by train now, because on each trip, rekindle in me the Golden Light touching my heart. I still listen to mantras and songs just for the pleasure of being happy. Sometimes, the Sun seems to board too and fill the carriage with its luminosity, softening the air, warming people and… Continue reading Music
The Golden Light
Once again I boarded the train. It was one of those old trains, with fans on the ceiling composing a monotonous duet with their lazy swaying, giving rhythm and tone to people's routine, their conversations and concerns, their boredom and silences. With luck, I noticed an empty seat and sat by the window, which some… Continue reading The Golden Light
At Sunset
The winter announced its farewell and I watched the Sun hiding meekly behind the mountains, warming and painting the sky and gray clouds with lilacs and shades of pink. Suddenly, in a tenuous instant, I had the sensation of a slight plunge into the landscape and, in my eyes, the perspective seemed to widen, deepen,… Continue reading At Sunset
The Awakening of the Child III
The September winds brought rain, watering the land, washing the roofs and my soul too, and, along with the birdsong and the grass sprouts, my inner child returned. My heart was filled with joy, for it was me returning home. My child arrived waking me up in flashes, asking me to look, to look at… Continue reading The Awakening of the Child III
The Awakening of the Child II
The September winds brought rain, watering the land, washing the roofs and my soul too, and, along with the birdsong and the grass sprouts, my inner child returned. My heart was filled with joy, for it was me returning home. My child arrived waking me up in flashes, asking me to look, to look at… Continue reading The Awakening of the Child II
The Awakening of the Child I
The September winds brought rain, watering the land, washing the roofs and my soul too, and, along with the birdsong and the grass sprouts, my inner child returned. My heart was filled with joy, for it was me returning home. My child arrived waking me up in flashes, asking me to look, to look at… Continue reading The Awakening of the Child I
A Kite
A kite. A simple kite. Maybe I will learn to make a kite. Maybe I learn from a child how to make a kite. Maybe we draw and paint in the kite what only it and the birds see from above, from the sky. Perhaps we will write a request or a wish, a hope,… Continue reading A Kite











