the day has ended, I am on my armchair reading your enlightening posts, nourishing my soul before the next night, with a moment of relax and meditation. Here, at home, that is so cozy for me. when I come back from my work I always feel a sense of soft happiness opening my door, even if I have to start another kind of work, cooking, making laundry, tidying….it does not matter, I am at home!

Hello Matthew, I bow in front of your deep spirituality, and I wish you the best for ever.

Now, if I don’t think of my troubles, I am in front of mountains, taking a lunch, before another meeting at work. Through a large window I can see the top of the mountains, grey clouds covering them. It’s snowing! That’s the splendor, now.

My heart yearns for peace, for joy, for a honest life. It also yearns for being a humble instruments for getting that. God has no hands, but He has mine.

Yours is actually such an encouraging post, dear Christina. Thank you for your reflection, as sometimes it is not easy. Daily life, body weakness, season’s mood….I have to copy this words in my journal, and repeat them for some days.

Wise reply dear Palm. I have learnt that only recently, but it is a great truth.

Wonderful reply, Grateful Sea!

dear Gina, I am sure your time spent singing was a balm with that fellow. your volunteering with dying pepole, is such a noble deed.

Dear Gina, so happy to see you again! And I agree with you and Aine!

Wow, simply wonderful!!!!
dear Cintia, if you are not afraid, but you are only shy, this means you CAN dance this wonderful Tango, so…. dance my friend, I would like to be able to dance Tango in this way!!!

No it is not too sad, it is life, and you wonderfully speak about it.

Dear Pilgrim, I don’t want to take advantage of this space, using it like a personal chat. Anyway, I am here since two years and I sincerely believe that you have not lost anything of your best perspective. Maybe it is amplified, in such a way that you have to stop, look at it for a while, but then you can go!

Blessings to you Sheila, I am 53 and I have just begun the same process.

A blessing to you and to everyone you love!

Amen. That is such a truth that I feel so little in front of you. I agree with you Aine, and I am thinking of a seed that needs to die so that the plant can grow, and so on, forever. The song of surrender.

Courage Malag, you are not alone, we are walking on the same road. Here, we can share this common challenge.

Indeed, Erich, cooking is an art!

Dear Ose, as always, your kind heart is in your words, like in a poem.

Wonderful, Palm!

This is truly wonderful, Barbara, thank you for sharing this poem. Danke.