The evening prayer sang by old meditating minds had one single motivation plan: to bring forth a shared understanding of love when the one and the many transform the ALL. What is one to do but answer such a close call?
Unusually Homegrown
Family Meditations
As individuals, we can reach states of meditative flow by simply paying attention to our environments. By studying how the trees move in the breeze. By recognizing how life in the wild is part of a daily spontaneous and inclusive dance.
How Not To Give A F… In Three Easy Steps
It takes a tribe to make sure we learn how to "not give an F to give more than just an F" about things in our life, especially those that matter.
Rest Well
The real sickness out there is not the virus, the real sickness is all the inner monsters we all carry. Triggering our reactions to circumstances that unleash these inner fears is how they are controlling how we treat each other, pushing us to forget the lessons history has taught us.
Blue Baggies
I am confident that your dog is a superb companion, who keeps you safe and entertained, and that it protects your children against all odds. But is it necessary for you to leave those blue baggies all over the trails for people who come behind you to enjoy?
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Dada de "a por que sí". En cualquier esquina, sin números, sin plantillas ni planillas. Dada de "a como sea". Como si las tinturas del grafitero terminaran haciendo eco en aquel 1920 europeo.
Unknown Ashville
My hands and a hundred things I want to say
are reaching out to you,
but I have been swallowed by the space you kept
and by the agony I preach.
Entre Juguetes y Canciones Nuestra Casita Marina Pasa (Between Songs and Toys Our Beachside Tiny Home Passes)
Durante el verano, los niños vuelan por las ventanas; desesperados y llenos de fango regresan. Las hojas del naranjo los persiguen enlazadas por telas de araña llenas de mensajes y bichitos que inquietan a mamá.
Rhythm
"Nothing can deny the truth of a cyclical returning of the species to their primal stages of existence".
Fragmentos
Las horas pasaron, interminables, y nosotros, cuando pudimos, nos escondimos de la humanidad, de los compañeros y la complicidad de las ideas. Horas que beso a beso destruyeron el silencio, y yo ya no fui más ese soldado perdido en un pasado que nadie escucha. Ya no fui más aquel vagabundo sin recuerdos
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