Sunday, February 12, 2012

Winter arabesque (a thousand and one stories)

Gandhi once wrote "My religion is based on truth and non-violence. Truth is my God. Non-violence is the means of realising Him".

Dear fellow explorers, one more week has passed and the cold hasn't gone away. The first true winter in many many years, or so they say. The weather patterns have changed, the planet has changed, the people who inhabit it have changed. Getting warmer and faster, or so they say. And I would like to ask you a question, please think about it for a minute before you continue reading, close your eyes if you want, and try to visualize it, picture the words, as in a big banner, with a white canvass where you can paint the answer in big, black, bold letters.

The question is: Through the years, what remains the same in your life?

Close your eyes, breathe, see the white canvas, breathe, paint it with your true words, your true, big, black, bold answer.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

In praise of lightheartedness: Periquitos attack!

Gandhi many times taught: "An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind".

Dear fellow explorers, are you wrapping up to survive the Siberian cold wave? Please drink plenty of hot tea, different kinds of tea, so that your body savours the heart of all those good leaves coming from diverse parts of the planet. Or if you prefer, coffee, or cocoa, or chocolate, whatever makes your body warm and turns your ears red with happiness.

What a serious and terrible world we live in. I read with worry that the newest nation in the middle east wants another powerful nation to start a war against a rising nuclear neighbour. None of them is known for its kindness and diplomatic approach. All three employ religious views to justify their positions and actions. All three see one another as a menace. All three keep a close watch. Grumpy, gossipy, selfish giant neighbours who can't find anything better to do.

Last Saturday morning was an oasis in the midst of the cold, the sun came out and caught the wind and the frost off-guard, so the temperatures rose by at least 5 degrees celsius. The trees in Gandhi's Gardens timidly straightened their branches and trunks to catch every single ray of sunlight. Suddenly their bark seemed to show a less rugged surface, and the sap started to circulate again within their bodies. That's the way trees smile. Within their most intertwined branches appeared the sleepy green faces of periquitos, the wild parakeets whom people say have become a plague all around Barcelona. They do cry loud, but the trees don't mind them.