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2025, The Year Of The Snake.
Today marks the 35th anniversary of my moving out of my parents’ home. I was headed to a new life in a new country, a young woman, a girl, with little perception of myself and who I was to become. I had my dreams but no idea really what that meant. Lives have passed since then and it’s hard to imagine that I figured in all of them. In the time and age we live in we are often prompted to think about what we would tell our younger self and how we would advise them. I wonder though, if… Continue reading
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The Vintage Clock.
There’s a clock in the local post office and for as long as I know, the clock has displayed the same time: Wednesday, 16th April, 11.45 am. This year a tourist could walk in on 17th April and claim that the clock needs a reset but a local would still just smile and go about his day. [Fun fact: last time 16th April was on a Wednesday was in 2014, next time will be in 2031.]As I was waiting for my registered letter to come out the other end of Italian red tape, I contemplated this iconic clock and how… Continue reading
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Moving like a River.
Qi Gong frequently invites us to move like a river. But are we the water that follows the path of least resistance with ease and conviction? Are we the riverbed, whose movement is so minute that only time will show the signs of it? Or are we the life that moves into existence because of it? To move like water is to listen within. To move like a river is to give to what we hear. Continue reading
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Opposing sides of the One.
I was contemplating Yin & Yang and how they are opposites that contain each other. And that therefore there truly is no duality, even if our education and society at large will make us believe otherwise. A system as ancient as the Daoist path that describes everything and nothing at the same time, knowledge which is not knowing anything, the plant within the seed that is the tree in all the forests of all existence… it boggles the mind. But nevertheless it is all One. We are all One. We breathe the same air, we are all subject to the… Continue reading
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That, Which Is.
I believe that I cannot miss that, which is. The thing that I miss, is my own construction, my own belief, the way I see something. But that is not necessarily that, which is. I may not understand someone or something and have my own interpretation of either, but the thing I then miss belongs to my own interpretation.I have parted with loved ones due to natural causes, to death, to circumstances but no one and nothing has ever been lost to me. We shall forever coexist because we know each other. We know and remember each other through love.… Continue reading
