children
Christmas is a festival that I have always loved since I was little and I still remember the joy with which I wrote letters to the baby Jesus promised to be good and waiting for his arrival in the best night of the year a child ... born in the cold in a cave with the angels singing "Glory in heaven and on earth peace." Now the children seem to expect only Santa Claus with his presents and the poetry of the crib seems to fade away, fortunately not all is well because it would be really sad.
For several years I love to spend Christmas Eve in San Lorenzo, the austere Basilica founded in Florence by the Medici, is a magical night and the ritual is very nice with the baby Jesus and the Gospel that pass from hand to hand before the celebration of S. Mass. At the end of the liturgy in the Sala Donatello all fall under the basilica, to see the exhibition of cribs made by children in schools, from kindergartens to secondary schools. Simplicity is the watchword, many are made with recycled material, detergent bottles, bottles of mineral water, paper, egg shells, pasta ... A cute characters had made with clothespins hanging to the wire, that fantasy!
I love watching those simple nativity display beside the nativity charm made by adult hands, some with light mechanized super amazing and my preference goes to them, those born from the hands of children, who have a taste of spontaneity. Caroline and John, two of the little girl that I follow the catechism were down with me to see the cribs, they did not sleep and I am excited to wait that is served hot chocolate and panettone with Pandora, because the tradition in San Lorenzo is this: to see the cribs tasting chocolate and warming up again to face the cold of the night.
When I get home it's almost two, but are Child happy and I put my trash in its place in the pan, then discard the gifts but for me every Christmas the best gift is always the arrival of that Child who comes to bring light and hope and peace to all.
Dear friends who read me, Merry Christmas and Peace to you all, always try to stay a little 'children, is the best way to experience this holiday. Share your joy with loved ones on this day, tell the people you love and care as not only a gift, it is more important to understand a hug, a kiss, a smile, a pat on the hair, just like you do with children ...
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
What Color Blush Looks Best On Olive Skin?
Steps Back
A week ago, on the evening of December 13 I lived a wonderful experience. It was the night of Saint Lucia and the tradition of the Nordic countries links the name of this holy ceremonies related to the light, in a less bright days of the year. I still remember the sayings that I learned when I was a child: "Saint Lucia the shortest day that there is" or "Saint Lucia, the longest night that there is" even if in fact the calendar has not yet come to the solstice winter.
The friends of the "A Time for Peace" have started with small steps in a silent march for peace on the streets of Florence, the series of conferences on spirituality, meditation and interfaith prayer "Together for Peace". We found ourselves in Piazza Santa Croce beaten by a cold wind, that did not deter any of us, to light the candles, which fortunately had the paper cup, otherwise it was just impossible to keep lit, then a little procession of a hundred people, in silence, he started with flickering candles, following the flag of peace.
We walked alone, in small steps, as suggested by the walking meditation of Monaco Vietnamese Buddhist Thich Nhat Hanh, I try to practice even when I go to the hermitage of Vincigliata through the forest, because it gives me a great harmony. Thich Nhat Hanh writes: "Walking meditation means practicing meditation while walking, is a practice that gives joy and peace and rediscover the pleasure of walking. I make short steps, slowly, in total relaxation, with an open heart to the experience of peace. The goal is to walk every step and in a way that leaves footprints on the land of peace and freedom. To walk so I have to learn to let go, to lay down their worries, concerns. Just a little 'awareness and the sincere intention of being at peace. If you can take a step in complete peace, you know it two, you can make a hundred, a thousand steps in perfect peace. And the world will have peace. "
were walking together, one small step for peace, Catholics and Muslims, Buddhists, Jews and other members of ... various religious groups, all together for peace and was touching, passing several have joined us. We arrived at the Palazzo Vecchio, Piazza della Signoria, the seat of the municipality that hosted us in the Meeting Room which has proved small for the one hundred and fifty or more persons who participated in the interfaith meditation. Few have found a place to sit on chairs, the more you are sitting on the ground, the red and white cloth, studded with yellow cushions, with friends of the Center for Tibetan Buddhism and Zen Center Ewam Florence Shin-nyo-ji. At the center of a vase full of flowers .... Then the music called for silence, followed by playing a song or a nice song from each religious group, I really loved the voice of Baha'i Center of a woman who sang an ancient Persian song. Then again so quiet and silence I felt the great energy that hovered in the room.
I could almost hear the softly beating heart of all people of different religions bound in brotherhood by being together for peace and peace reigned absolute ... When was the moment of the dialogue I shared with everyone what I tried: "In silence our breaths were like waves of the sea, there is not one alike, but together they form the ocean, an ocean of peace. "
My heart loves the silence, and I'm bringing back the memories, I always keep a small desk note that we have won in the end, it says:
"... We invite you to stay in the company of this silence in the heart ..."
A week ago, on the evening of December 13 I lived a wonderful experience. It was the night of Saint Lucia and the tradition of the Nordic countries links the name of this holy ceremonies related to the light, in a less bright days of the year. I still remember the sayings that I learned when I was a child: "Saint Lucia the shortest day that there is" or "Saint Lucia, the longest night that there is" even if in fact the calendar has not yet come to the solstice winter.
The friends of the "A Time for Peace" have started with small steps in a silent march for peace on the streets of Florence, the series of conferences on spirituality, meditation and interfaith prayer "Together for Peace". We found ourselves in Piazza Santa Croce beaten by a cold wind, that did not deter any of us, to light the candles, which fortunately had the paper cup, otherwise it was just impossible to keep lit, then a little procession of a hundred people, in silence, he started with flickering candles, following the flag of peace.
We walked alone, in small steps, as suggested by the walking meditation of Monaco Vietnamese Buddhist Thich Nhat Hanh, I try to practice even when I go to the hermitage of Vincigliata through the forest, because it gives me a great harmony. Thich Nhat Hanh writes: "Walking meditation means practicing meditation while walking, is a practice that gives joy and peace and rediscover the pleasure of walking. I make short steps, slowly, in total relaxation, with an open heart to the experience of peace. The goal is to walk every step and in a way that leaves footprints on the land of peace and freedom. To walk so I have to learn to let go, to lay down their worries, concerns. Just a little 'awareness and the sincere intention of being at peace. If you can take a step in complete peace, you know it two, you can make a hundred, a thousand steps in perfect peace. And the world will have peace. "
were walking together, one small step for peace, Catholics and Muslims, Buddhists, Jews and other members of ... various religious groups, all together for peace and was touching, passing several have joined us. We arrived at the Palazzo Vecchio, Piazza della Signoria, the seat of the municipality that hosted us in the Meeting Room which has proved small for the one hundred and fifty or more persons who participated in the interfaith meditation. Few have found a place to sit on chairs, the more you are sitting on the ground, the red and white cloth, studded with yellow cushions, with friends of the Center for Tibetan Buddhism and Zen Center Ewam Florence Shin-nyo-ji. At the center of a vase full of flowers .... Then the music called for silence, followed by playing a song or a nice song from each religious group, I really loved the voice of Baha'i Center of a woman who sang an ancient Persian song. Then again so quiet and silence I felt the great energy that hovered in the room.
I could almost hear the softly beating heart of all people of different religions bound in brotherhood by being together for peace and peace reigned absolute ... When was the moment of the dialogue I shared with everyone what I tried: "In silence our breaths were like waves of the sea, there is not one alike, but together they form the ocean, an ocean of peace. "
My heart loves the silence, and I'm bringing back the memories, I always keep a small desk note that we have won in the end, it says:
"... We invite you to stay in the company of this silence in the heart ..."
Sunday, December 4, 2005
Whats Name Of Babita In Tarak Mehta Ka
an enchanted world of peace
As a child I always loved the fairy tale world, of which I was desperate reader. I'm passionate about the stories populated by princesses and brave knights, fairies, genies, winged spirits, gnomes and elves, of course, all deployed to overcome the dark forces of evil.
I was not afraid of anything and even dreamed of flying, heedless of the danger I was vying with the playmates male climbing trees to see who wins the most agile and reach the high branches, swaying under the weight. I looked like a monkey, I'm not discouraged ever, nor suffered from dizziness and even competition strengthened my confidence to be invincible, and in fact it was hard Starmie behind.
In the large park of the lake house, where his childhood flowed happy, we played hide and seek in the bushes or behind the rough trunks of the pines, we were racing down the avenue that led from the large red gate and not stopped until when the heart was beating wildly and then "The Crow", sbracati in the grass waiting for the beat slowed.
I still feel the smell of grass, soft and supple, that envelops you like a hug when it was high it was fun to dive in, roll around laughing and then return to chase.
also build huts in the trees soon became a passion, shared with my brother, who like me was pretty reckless, and there was nothing to choose from among the trees of the garden and park, although the cherry trees in absolute in the field beside the avenue were the preferred place, protected by the proximity of the wall and away from the house. The realization
commits us not a little, it was necessary to look for wood for the floor, cut the canes in the bamboo grove, covering the walls and roof with leaves of palm trees that proliferated in the garden thanks to the mild climate of the lake, but once completed the work was a joy to look at the world from our privileged position, inaccessible to ordinary mortals, a place only to us, which allowed us to fantasize.
Many years later I thought of those huts, reading "The Baron in the Trees" by Italo Calvino, the story of the boy who had chosen to live on a tree and I'm passionate about that character, understanding that it was not so crazy, just loved with passion the nature and wanted to live free as sparrow, feeling safe and protected only in the nest among the branches.
Throughout childhood contact with the ground was vital, I had a passionate love for flowers and I still remember the humiliation of my mother for a disaster unaware: Begonias seeing the limp and suffered under the sun of August I had wet abundantly, without waiting for the cool of the evening, and the poor planting accaldate not endured the flood of fresh water and surely perished. I stayed two days wrong, but I'm not even a slap butchers, in the end I was just a girl who wanted to help the flowers, but it certainly did not know the rules of a good gardener, but now that I care two years from the "garden of the soul" to Vincigliata I learned a lot of things to dig, transplant, prune, fertilize, but you know with the experience matures.
Love is born in the woods in my childhood, a short walk from the house there is a small lake surrounded by woods of chestnut trees, I always liked to walk between the trees, breathing the smell of moss, listening to the sound of leaves under our feet, from a young age I have always been a curious little elf who lived in reality, but he loved diving into an enchanted world and even now do not stop dreaming because the dreams of our childhood follow us into adulthood ...
As a child I always loved the fairy tale world, of which I was desperate reader. I'm passionate about the stories populated by princesses and brave knights, fairies, genies, winged spirits, gnomes and elves, of course, all deployed to overcome the dark forces of evil.
I was not afraid of anything and even dreamed of flying, heedless of the danger I was vying with the playmates male climbing trees to see who wins the most agile and reach the high branches, swaying under the weight. I looked like a monkey, I'm not discouraged ever, nor suffered from dizziness and even competition strengthened my confidence to be invincible, and in fact it was hard Starmie behind.
In the large park of the lake house, where his childhood flowed happy, we played hide and seek in the bushes or behind the rough trunks of the pines, we were racing down the avenue that led from the large red gate and not stopped until when the heart was beating wildly and then "The Crow", sbracati in the grass waiting for the beat slowed.
I still feel the smell of grass, soft and supple, that envelops you like a hug when it was high it was fun to dive in, roll around laughing and then return to chase.
also build huts in the trees soon became a passion, shared with my brother, who like me was pretty reckless, and there was nothing to choose from among the trees of the garden and park, although the cherry trees in absolute in the field beside the avenue were the preferred place, protected by the proximity of the wall and away from the house. The realization
commits us not a little, it was necessary to look for wood for the floor, cut the canes in the bamboo grove, covering the walls and roof with leaves of palm trees that proliferated in the garden thanks to the mild climate of the lake, but once completed the work was a joy to look at the world from our privileged position, inaccessible to ordinary mortals, a place only to us, which allowed us to fantasize.
Many years later I thought of those huts, reading "The Baron in the Trees" by Italo Calvino, the story of the boy who had chosen to live on a tree and I'm passionate about that character, understanding that it was not so crazy, just loved with passion the nature and wanted to live free as sparrow, feeling safe and protected only in the nest among the branches.
Throughout childhood contact with the ground was vital, I had a passionate love for flowers and I still remember the humiliation of my mother for a disaster unaware: Begonias seeing the limp and suffered under the sun of August I had wet abundantly, without waiting for the cool of the evening, and the poor planting accaldate not endured the flood of fresh water and surely perished. I stayed two days wrong, but I'm not even a slap butchers, in the end I was just a girl who wanted to help the flowers, but it certainly did not know the rules of a good gardener, but now that I care two years from the "garden of the soul" to Vincigliata I learned a lot of things to dig, transplant, prune, fertilize, but you know with the experience matures.
Love is born in the woods in my childhood, a short walk from the house there is a small lake surrounded by woods of chestnut trees, I always liked to walk between the trees, breathing the smell of moss, listening to the sound of leaves under our feet, from a young age I have always been a curious little elf who lived in reality, but he loved diving into an enchanted world and even now do not stop dreaming because the dreams of our childhood follow us into adulthood ...
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Seating Arrangements For Weddings 100 People
love for sculpture
to sculpt a life by removing the clay and bronze figures full of suggestion, which will enchant you with their intensity, a great artist, a dear friend ... I'm happy for Amalia Ciardi Dupré, sculptor of sacred art, December 3 will receive in Florence, in the splendid exhibition of 500 of the Palazzo Vecchio, "The Fiorino d'oro", a recognition clear for a prestigious career in the name of confidentiality. His love for sculpture has lasted for over fifty years, was rewarded in 1957 in Assisi on the occasion of the exhibition of sacred art to the Pro Civitate Christian and has since staged many solo exhibitions and participated in biennials and art exhibitions in Italy and abroad.
Amalia is a simple woman, love of life that welcomes you always with a smile and eyes that shine bright, full of expression, and its shape gives off the great strength of character that sustains it even in difficult moments of life. I love to converse with you that has learned the art of living and talents that God has given, talents, dedicated in particular to many sculptures, not only sacred, born from the earth, from clay molded by his hands, which is shaped in outline figures of humanity so intense that they seem alive.
One of my passions is to walk in the woods, smell the earth, tree trunks covered with moss and the favorite walk is to go to the church of S. Lorenzo and S. Maria Vincigliata to the hills between Fiesole and Settignano, set amid olive trees, vineyards and cypress forests.
apse of the church is the masterpiece of Amalia with three walls depicted scenes from the Bible and New Testament sections, nine years of patience and hard work, to create a sacred path in terracotta from creation and sin Adam and Eve failed to reach the of Christ and the Judgement. At the center of a dominating
Christ with arms that seem to want to disconnect from the cross and embrace the traveler who, in his walk through the rolling hills, stops in this corner of Paradise and a stop gathering in prayer.
Under the crucifixion is represented the death of Adam: the figure of Eva on her knees, bent over the body of the beloved, is so touching that I can not resist the urge to caress it almost lenirne pain. The brick is not like the marble stays cold, if you keep touching it warms and Eve seems to live under my hands, I dry the tears and hugged. In addition to Eva the women of the Bible: Sarah, Rebecca, Queen Esther and Judith, holding in his hands the head of Holofernes, the Assyrian king from her head off to save his people.
The small sacristy at the side of the altar, lies another surprise came from the hands of Amal, a wall with the history of S. Lawrence, deacon and martyr, and a beautiful Madonna.
Beside the church is the small garden of the rectory with Amalia that we have christened "the garden of the soul", a place to find peace. Walking along the narrow path between figs, vines and trellises to get behind the building. Here is the home and studio where Amalia has worked for many years, can be glimpsed through the windows and oven shelves with the sketches. In addition to olive
two sculptures: a St. Francis of Assisi at peace with the wolf, crouching at his feet and Christ crucified instead of being nailed to the cross is a "Christ among the olive trees, the body leaning against the rough trunk, arms stretched out among the branches skyward. Under the roof tiles and some terracotta statues, including a bare-breasted mother raising a child with a joyful gesture of great tenderness.
Dear Amalia, Elf also want to express all its tenderness and joy to have known you, you're a special lady, thanks for existing ...
to sculpt a life by removing the clay and bronze figures full of suggestion, which will enchant you with their intensity, a great artist, a dear friend ... I'm happy for Amalia Ciardi Dupré, sculptor of sacred art, December 3 will receive in Florence, in the splendid exhibition of 500 of the Palazzo Vecchio, "The Fiorino d'oro", a recognition clear for a prestigious career in the name of confidentiality. His love for sculpture has lasted for over fifty years, was rewarded in 1957 in Assisi on the occasion of the exhibition of sacred art to the Pro Civitate Christian and has since staged many solo exhibitions and participated in biennials and art exhibitions in Italy and abroad.
Amalia is a simple woman, love of life that welcomes you always with a smile and eyes that shine bright, full of expression, and its shape gives off the great strength of character that sustains it even in difficult moments of life. I love to converse with you that has learned the art of living and talents that God has given, talents, dedicated in particular to many sculptures, not only sacred, born from the earth, from clay molded by his hands, which is shaped in outline figures of humanity so intense that they seem alive.
One of my passions is to walk in the woods, smell the earth, tree trunks covered with moss and the favorite walk is to go to the church of S. Lorenzo and S. Maria Vincigliata to the hills between Fiesole and Settignano, set amid olive trees, vineyards and cypress forests.
apse of the church is the masterpiece of Amalia with three walls depicted scenes from the Bible and New Testament sections, nine years of patience and hard work, to create a sacred path in terracotta from creation and sin Adam and Eve failed to reach the of Christ and the Judgement. At the center of a dominating
Christ with arms that seem to want to disconnect from the cross and embrace the traveler who, in his walk through the rolling hills, stops in this corner of Paradise and a stop gathering in prayer.
Under the crucifixion is represented the death of Adam: the figure of Eva on her knees, bent over the body of the beloved, is so touching that I can not resist the urge to caress it almost lenirne pain. The brick is not like the marble stays cold, if you keep touching it warms and Eve seems to live under my hands, I dry the tears and hugged. In addition to Eva the women of the Bible: Sarah, Rebecca, Queen Esther and Judith, holding in his hands the head of Holofernes, the Assyrian king from her head off to save his people.
The small sacristy at the side of the altar, lies another surprise came from the hands of Amal, a wall with the history of S. Lawrence, deacon and martyr, and a beautiful Madonna.
Beside the church is the small garden of the rectory with Amalia that we have christened "the garden of the soul", a place to find peace. Walking along the narrow path between figs, vines and trellises to get behind the building. Here is the home and studio where Amalia has worked for many years, can be glimpsed through the windows and oven shelves with the sketches. In addition to olive
two sculptures: a St. Francis of Assisi at peace with the wolf, crouching at his feet and Christ crucified instead of being nailed to the cross is a "Christ among the olive trees, the body leaning against the rough trunk, arms stretched out among the branches skyward. Under the roof tiles and some terracotta statues, including a bare-breasted mother raising a child with a joyful gesture of great tenderness.
Dear Amalia, Elf also want to express all its tenderness and joy to have known you, you're a special lady, thanks for existing ...
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Matsui Television Problems
free from fear
a number of years served with "Good Samaritans" Station of SM Novella, the Volunteers meet at the track before the first Catholic chapel in the morning at seven o'clock on Tuesday, Thursdays and Sundays, to offer and share a breakfast of solidarity. There are people in need in the prevalence of Eastern Europe but also North Africa, Albania, Peru, few Italians, many spent the night sleeping on a cardboard and are relieved to drink a coffee. Give everyone a smile with a piece of chocolate and listen to the problems of those seeking a home and a job for life is important, because a chat and confide in someone goes even a momentary relief, you feel less alone.
"Good Samaritans" were born some seventeen years ago, the initiative was promoted by the indefatigable Paul Coccheri, after a long career as actor and director of the International Laboratory of the actor "in Florence has taken the path of voluntary work, lining up in support of the weakest. To help the Samaritans to mature in a path of sharing and solidarity distributes photocopies taken from articles, essays and interviews: this is what Paul calls "University of the road" where next to endless courses of hope, humanity, courage and selflessness, is taught to live life with loyalty, respect and practice skills and virtues into disuse, in a world that carry the banner of arriving society, and selfishness abounds.
Last week I had the gift of a copy of "Matins" Ravasi, published on January 3, 1999 Future, entitled "Deliver us from fear," with a prayer written by Dag Hammarskjöld. Swedish politician, was Secretary General from 1953 until his death in 1961, when the plane which was headed for a Congo peace mission crashed. Probably the text of this reworking of the Our Father, is from her personal diary that transpires intense spirituality, so he turns to God Hammarskjöld:
Hallowed be thy name, not mine.
Thy kingdom, not mine.
be done Thy will, not mine. Dona
peace with you,
peace with men,
peace with ourselves
and deliver us from fear.
I appreciated the comment by Ravasi is significant that this Our Father who calls for a victory over every form of selfishness and the gift of peace with God, with others and with themselves. It affects in particular the last sentence, because if it is important to be delivered from evil it is just "being released by the embrace of mortal fear," which is different from fear or from a sense of respect we have for God and for others. Fear is the temptation to cowardice, to withdraw into themselves, and mean to be inert, incapable of facing the great horizons of life. "
Just reading the "Diary" of Hammarskjöld reveals how her life after a youth full of hope and optimism, was about forty-five in a deep crisis in which he felt so empty to want to commit suicide, despite being a man made. Then the shooting to coincide with the appointment to the UN, in early 1953, and then becomes positive attitude towards the future, answers a simple "Yes" to God in the world, the fate and life, leaving leaves every fear
do not know who, or what, asked the question. I do not know where it was placed. I do not remember what I said. But once I answered "Yes" to someone or something. At that time dates the certainty that the existence makes sense and that therefore my life, in the submission is for a purpose. From that moment I knew what "no turning back" and "not worry about tomorrow."
Hammarskjöld's right, I share this thought, which is crucial in the journey of life is to live intensely the present, be free from fear and not worry about tomorrow, because after all worry about is an insult to the gift of life.
a number of years served with "Good Samaritans" Station of SM Novella, the Volunteers meet at the track before the first Catholic chapel in the morning at seven o'clock on Tuesday, Thursdays and Sundays, to offer and share a breakfast of solidarity. There are people in need in the prevalence of Eastern Europe but also North Africa, Albania, Peru, few Italians, many spent the night sleeping on a cardboard and are relieved to drink a coffee. Give everyone a smile with a piece of chocolate and listen to the problems of those seeking a home and a job for life is important, because a chat and confide in someone goes even a momentary relief, you feel less alone.
"Good Samaritans" were born some seventeen years ago, the initiative was promoted by the indefatigable Paul Coccheri, after a long career as actor and director of the International Laboratory of the actor "in Florence has taken the path of voluntary work, lining up in support of the weakest. To help the Samaritans to mature in a path of sharing and solidarity distributes photocopies taken from articles, essays and interviews: this is what Paul calls "University of the road" where next to endless courses of hope, humanity, courage and selflessness, is taught to live life with loyalty, respect and practice skills and virtues into disuse, in a world that carry the banner of arriving society, and selfishness abounds.
Last week I had the gift of a copy of "Matins" Ravasi, published on January 3, 1999 Future, entitled "Deliver us from fear," with a prayer written by Dag Hammarskjöld. Swedish politician, was Secretary General from 1953 until his death in 1961, when the plane which was headed for a Congo peace mission crashed. Probably the text of this reworking of the Our Father, is from her personal diary that transpires intense spirituality, so he turns to God Hammarskjöld:
Hallowed be thy name, not mine.
Thy kingdom, not mine.
be done Thy will, not mine. Dona
peace with you,
peace with men,
peace with ourselves
and deliver us from fear.
I appreciated the comment by Ravasi is significant that this Our Father who calls for a victory over every form of selfishness and the gift of peace with God, with others and with themselves. It affects in particular the last sentence, because if it is important to be delivered from evil it is just "being released by the embrace of mortal fear," which is different from fear or from a sense of respect we have for God and for others. Fear is the temptation to cowardice, to withdraw into themselves, and mean to be inert, incapable of facing the great horizons of life. "
Just reading the "Diary" of Hammarskjöld reveals how her life after a youth full of hope and optimism, was about forty-five in a deep crisis in which he felt so empty to want to commit suicide, despite being a man made. Then the shooting to coincide with the appointment to the UN, in early 1953, and then becomes positive attitude towards the future, answers a simple "Yes" to God in the world, the fate and life, leaving leaves every fear
do not know who, or what, asked the question. I do not know where it was placed. I do not remember what I said. But once I answered "Yes" to someone or something. At that time dates the certainty that the existence makes sense and that therefore my life, in the submission is for a purpose. From that moment I knew what "no turning back" and "not worry about tomorrow."
Hammarskjöld's right, I share this thought, which is crucial in the journey of life is to live intensely the present, be free from fear and not worry about tomorrow, because after all worry about is an insult to the gift of life.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Microsoft Freecell Version 5.1
Voices of Hope
We live in a world where man is becoming increasingly sick of hope, is not able to live and fully enjoy the present. In the era of globalization and unbridled consumerism we inhabitants of the industrialized West we feel satisfied, but disappointed. We have everything, yet there is always something missing, perhaps because too often we want something concrete, not cure us of our spirit and aspire to an inner peace, which is prerequisite to be witnesses of peace with others. It seems essential instead to the hope and the search for peace in first place in our lives, only then will have a meaning.
Last week I had the opportunity to witness the exciting testimony of Angela Terzani Staude the reopening of the autumn cycle of meetings: "Voices of Hope: Women for Peace", by association, "A Time for Peace" . I hit
deep simplicity of mind with which Angela said the experience next to Tiziano Terzani, war correspondent, journalist and writer, retracing the steps of an existential journey, "a life with a man of peace: to live for world peace, to die for inner peace. " The voice of memory runs hot and quiet, only a few moments tinged with emotion, as when he confesses: "My life has been determined by him."
A journey of over forty years with a man a citizen of the world but was proud of his Tuscan heritage, being born in Florence in Via Pisana, in the district of Monticelli. He was the son of laborers and the first time you went in post-Mao China had great disappointments than expected, he believed in the revolution, but especially in the liberation of a power that exploited the proletariat. Titian was really hoping for a better world and was firmly convinced that you must first believe in the great gift of life, "each has its own little way to go and needs to be done the right thing."
After spending thirty years as a war correspondent in Asia, recounting the tragedy of Vietnam, Indonesia dictatorships and genocide in Cambodia ... turn the page and the opportunity that is the disease, as evidenced by Angela, makes him understand 'importance' to acquire and to live a life in harmony with the universe, nature and others, choose to get on the road to be part of a cosmic context. " He who had always been a man of great ambition and was not modest and humble, he had the desire to live differently, he felt the need to challenge "took the bag and returned to India, Asia, countries where people has become accustomed since childhood to accept how the world and knows how to suffer with dignity. "
Titian chose to live in isolation on the slopes of the Himalayas to find himself, "If I became ill should have a meaning, is something that has to do with my story." An atheist was designed to look at all religions to seek answers, and learn techniques to calm the mind, to quiet his mind, the inner anger that often devours the Western man.
A brave choice, but the rest was used to take life with a philosophical attitude, although in the bottom of my heart he was always "to Monticelli," always said that he must not die a victim but as someone who is in ' universe. He felt the need for a more spiritual life, more human in a world where "now we kill for no reason." In recent months, the presentation at the Feltrinelli book "Another round of tournament" a woman said that she had cancer and Titian replied: "Do not ever feel like victims, there are two possibilities: either the victim or do you make the hero. I chose to be a hero. "
After the tragedy of 11 September had become a champion of peace, with a firm stand, telling the war in Afghanistan in the book "Letters against the war."
will spend the rest of his life fighting for non-violence, to speak of peace and respect for others, a message, that legacy is now carried on by his wife Angela, a simple woman, but strong, who can speak with grace and discretion of Tiziano Terzani "man of peace" touching the hearts of those who have the opportunity to listen to it.
We live in a world where man is becoming increasingly sick of hope, is not able to live and fully enjoy the present. In the era of globalization and unbridled consumerism we inhabitants of the industrialized West we feel satisfied, but disappointed. We have everything, yet there is always something missing, perhaps because too often we want something concrete, not cure us of our spirit and aspire to an inner peace, which is prerequisite to be witnesses of peace with others. It seems essential instead to the hope and the search for peace in first place in our lives, only then will have a meaning.
Last week I had the opportunity to witness the exciting testimony of Angela Terzani Staude the reopening of the autumn cycle of meetings: "Voices of Hope: Women for Peace", by association, "A Time for Peace" . I hit
deep simplicity of mind with which Angela said the experience next to Tiziano Terzani, war correspondent, journalist and writer, retracing the steps of an existential journey, "a life with a man of peace: to live for world peace, to die for inner peace. " The voice of memory runs hot and quiet, only a few moments tinged with emotion, as when he confesses: "My life has been determined by him."
A journey of over forty years with a man a citizen of the world but was proud of his Tuscan heritage, being born in Florence in Via Pisana, in the district of Monticelli. He was the son of laborers and the first time you went in post-Mao China had great disappointments than expected, he believed in the revolution, but especially in the liberation of a power that exploited the proletariat. Titian was really hoping for a better world and was firmly convinced that you must first believe in the great gift of life, "each has its own little way to go and needs to be done the right thing."
After spending thirty years as a war correspondent in Asia, recounting the tragedy of Vietnam, Indonesia dictatorships and genocide in Cambodia ... turn the page and the opportunity that is the disease, as evidenced by Angela, makes him understand 'importance' to acquire and to live a life in harmony with the universe, nature and others, choose to get on the road to be part of a cosmic context. " He who had always been a man of great ambition and was not modest and humble, he had the desire to live differently, he felt the need to challenge "took the bag and returned to India, Asia, countries where people has become accustomed since childhood to accept how the world and knows how to suffer with dignity. "
Titian chose to live in isolation on the slopes of the Himalayas to find himself, "If I became ill should have a meaning, is something that has to do with my story." An atheist was designed to look at all religions to seek answers, and learn techniques to calm the mind, to quiet his mind, the inner anger that often devours the Western man.
A brave choice, but the rest was used to take life with a philosophical attitude, although in the bottom of my heart he was always "to Monticelli," always said that he must not die a victim but as someone who is in ' universe. He felt the need for a more spiritual life, more human in a world where "now we kill for no reason." In recent months, the presentation at the Feltrinelli book "Another round of tournament" a woman said that she had cancer and Titian replied: "Do not ever feel like victims, there are two possibilities: either the victim or do you make the hero. I chose to be a hero. "
After the tragedy of 11 September had become a champion of peace, with a firm stand, telling the war in Afghanistan in the book "Letters against the war."
will spend the rest of his life fighting for non-violence, to speak of peace and respect for others, a message, that legacy is now carried on by his wife Angela, a simple woman, but strong, who can speak with grace and discretion of Tiziano Terzani "man of peace" touching the hearts of those who have the opportunity to listen to it.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Using Air Brakes In Flight Sim X
happens in life to go through periods when you feel bewildered, disappointed by the world, immersed in the problems that we cling like a trap, so that a feeling of helplessness ... It seems that the forces that have helped to overcome many difficulties, have suddenly vanished and everything falls on you, even what might seem easy to deal with the first now stands as an insurmountable boulder.
We are assailed by a thousand fears from the past, but above all that the future looks gloomy, as if we were to face the storm and we feel helpless in the boat at the mercy of the waves in rough seas, with the rudder does not respond to commands and sails torn and beaten by the wind. Hold fast to the faith is hard, just like the boat wobbles, but no storm we should discourage knowing that God, as written by S. Augustine, "is with us even when we just believe, He loves us even when it seems to abandon us."
Never despair can come back after the storm the rainbow, to keep your cool in the ocean of suffering and reflect on what we had and we still have the beautiful life. Although the pain we feel is strong should not blind us to live the present and enjoy the beauty of a flower garden, the moon peeping through the branches in the trees ... The pain can be overcome by opening ourselves to others, discovering that there are those who need us and it is fruitless to withdraw into a cocoon, when the world out there waiting for our contribution.
The loneliness and sadness of the heart may be comforted by the reassuring words and the embrace of a friend, reading a good book ... a meditation that makes us calm, knowing how to live and understand what's happening at every moment.
I remember the words of the famous "IF" by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), who in times of great difficulty re-read carefully, concentrating on each phrase starting with the first calls that just keep calm, to end with the statement that when you become a real man you can give the right value to every moment of our life, joyful or painful it may be.
If you can keep your head when all about
you Are losing theirs
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
, taking
But make allowance for their doubting too.
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied
not deal in lies, Or being hated
not give way to hating,
yet not look too good, nor talk too wise ...
If you can bear to hear the truth
you've spoken Twisted by knaves,
to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things
- for which you gave your life - destroyed
And stoop and build them up with worn out tools ...
If you can force your heart, your nerves, your wrists
to carry you after a long time since you hear them and so hold more
when there is nothing in you Except the Will
who tells them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings
without losing the common touch.
If they can not hurt you neither foes nor loving friends
.
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
giving value to every moment that passes
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it
and - most importantly-
you'll be a Man my son! Rudyard Kipling
Saturday, September 3, 2005
Tv Show Program Proposal
The Quiet "English Cemetery"
In Florence there is a special place, an abode of silence and absence with a charm that wins the visitor: "The English Cemetery", built by the Swiss community in 1827 outside the city walls, but now is embedded in the circle of boulevards and dominates, with its stone wall on which the towering cypresses, the Piazzale Donatello.
The image is of monumental island, ideally represented by the painter Arnold Böcklin famous painting "The Island of the Dead", but perhaps the most appropriate representation of the cemetery gate to 'Pinti is evoked in the photo exhibition entitled: "Island of Souls", organized in 2001 at the Cabinet Vieusseux GP. The founder of the literary and scientific circle Vieusseux Giovan Pietro, born in Geneva, is one of the famous people buried in this place, where peace reigns.
around the hill surrounded by the ring of stone dart machines, but just pass the gate, go through the arch at the entrance of the building and go into the walk bordered by the green bushes to find a silent world, where the statues and figures carved in relief of the tombs enchant the eye with their beauty. Entries conjure up the lives of distinguished foreigners, not only Swiss, French and English but also Russian and fell in love with Florence.
Among the many names I remember the English poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Walter Savage Landor, the Trollope, ... but I would like to devote a thought to a Russian friend, Yevgeny Poljakov, choreographer and director of the Ballet of the Maggio Musicale Fiorentino, who died in Paris in 1996, wanted to return with the mortal remains in the beloved Florence.
several years attending the cemetery, where I love to stop sitting on top of the avenue on the stone benches on either side of the large column in the shade of cypress trees, gaze dwells on the beauty of a marble angel and the soul is filled with the peace of mind, oblivious of the neurosis that traffic continues to flow beyond the wall. I also combined the two cultural events that give life to this place, which is not only the kingdom of sepulchral silence. In the Library, named after Fioretta Mazzei, are collected books on the history of Florence and Tuscany, to the life and works of the people buried in the cemetery, a large section is devoted to Dante. Several meetings were organized for reading and commenting on the songs of the Divine Comedy. The cultural association "Golden Ring" was formed with the aim to promote initiatives to raise awareness this place and works of art and historical memories stored in it.
Unfortunately, the cemetery gate to 'Pinti likely to be closed to visitors, if they are not urgent funds for the restoration and is currently collecting signatures to be sent to UNESCO, with which it is required that "the English Cemetery in Florence properties Switzerland can still be visited, is restored and declared a World Heritage Site.
I appeal to all you dear friends who read me to collect signatures, the appeal can be found by connecting to this address, copy it from the blog went to visit, I recommend you subscribe, your signature is important! http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/471134975.
And if you have any other information about the history of the cemetery was opened on http://piazzaledonatello.blogspot.com blog.
I am sure that will not disappoint me, try to spread the link of the appeal because the more signatures you collect, the greater the chance of having the protection of UNESCO. A big thank you in advance for the support you give to this initiative striving to preserve a place that holds memories and memoirs of distinguished members of foreign communities with their presence enriched the history of Florence.
In Florence there is a special place, an abode of silence and absence with a charm that wins the visitor: "The English Cemetery", built by the Swiss community in 1827 outside the city walls, but now is embedded in the circle of boulevards and dominates, with its stone wall on which the towering cypresses, the Piazzale Donatello.
The image is of monumental island, ideally represented by the painter Arnold Böcklin famous painting "The Island of the Dead", but perhaps the most appropriate representation of the cemetery gate to 'Pinti is evoked in the photo exhibition entitled: "Island of Souls", organized in 2001 at the Cabinet Vieusseux GP. The founder of the literary and scientific circle Vieusseux Giovan Pietro, born in Geneva, is one of the famous people buried in this place, where peace reigns.
around the hill surrounded by the ring of stone dart machines, but just pass the gate, go through the arch at the entrance of the building and go into the walk bordered by the green bushes to find a silent world, where the statues and figures carved in relief of the tombs enchant the eye with their beauty. Entries conjure up the lives of distinguished foreigners, not only Swiss, French and English but also Russian and fell in love with Florence.
Among the many names I remember the English poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Walter Savage Landor, the Trollope, ... but I would like to devote a thought to a Russian friend, Yevgeny Poljakov, choreographer and director of the Ballet of the Maggio Musicale Fiorentino, who died in Paris in 1996, wanted to return with the mortal remains in the beloved Florence.
several years attending the cemetery, where I love to stop sitting on top of the avenue on the stone benches on either side of the large column in the shade of cypress trees, gaze dwells on the beauty of a marble angel and the soul is filled with the peace of mind, oblivious of the neurosis that traffic continues to flow beyond the wall. I also combined the two cultural events that give life to this place, which is not only the kingdom of sepulchral silence. In the Library, named after Fioretta Mazzei, are collected books on the history of Florence and Tuscany, to the life and works of the people buried in the cemetery, a large section is devoted to Dante. Several meetings were organized for reading and commenting on the songs of the Divine Comedy. The cultural association "Golden Ring" was formed with the aim to promote initiatives to raise awareness this place and works of art and historical memories stored in it.
Unfortunately, the cemetery gate to 'Pinti likely to be closed to visitors, if they are not urgent funds for the restoration and is currently collecting signatures to be sent to UNESCO, with which it is required that "the English Cemetery in Florence properties Switzerland can still be visited, is restored and declared a World Heritage Site.
I appeal to all you dear friends who read me to collect signatures, the appeal can be found by connecting to this address, copy it from the blog went to visit, I recommend you subscribe, your signature is important! http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/471134975.
And if you have any other information about the history of the cemetery was opened on http://piazzaledonatello.blogspot.com blog.
I am sure that will not disappoint me, try to spread the link of the appeal because the more signatures you collect, the greater the chance of having the protection of UNESCO. A big thank you in advance for the support you give to this initiative striving to preserve a place that holds memories and memoirs of distinguished members of foreign communities with their presence enriched the history of Florence.
Wednesday, July 6, 2005
Orajel On Head Of Penis
The beauty in the silence
In the hall of the Municipal Library of San Casciano Saturday admired photographs of his friend Francesco Lucania, taken during a trip to Cambodia, a journey in search of ancient Khmer art, the exhibition's title is: "Along the paths of Angkor." I was fascinated by the beauty of the stone forest, kidnapped by the magnificent architecture of the temples for centuries buried in the jungle and enchanted in front of the faces of the statues that look at you with their enigmatic smile. Peace shines through in every shot communicating the intense spirituality that animates a unique place where nature does not seem to have abandoned the world of stone, but with roots that look like tentacles to add new forms, like columns and decorations that blend those created by man.
With imagination, I tried to immerse myself in the quiet of those places, enjoying the inner calm that pervades the soul of the visitor who is able to approach so do not rush to that mysterious world, its secret more subtle beauty in silence.
Francis wrote in the presentation of photos "in Angkor you meet a smile you'll never forget, that the peace of mind, inner peace, of life that seems to have fulfilled all imagination and calm the anxiety of desires", who has been enveloped by that smile, "take it with them as a secret to keep, a way forward."
I do not know if life will offer me the opportunity to go to Cambodia to admire the beauty of this archaeological site is unique in the world, but the way to go as I have found in my travels in other Asian countries in the uses and customs of peoples who have a concept of life very different from ours. In India and Nepal, I noticed that daily life is not obsessed with the passage of time, people move and work without being dominated by stress and performance anxiety, factors that undoubtedly corrupt well-being of Western man. We live as bewildered, always on the run from a thousand things to do and commitments to be completed, it must be asked: but when we find a bit 'of time for us? The sense of the application is to seek to grasp and even in the hectic daily moments of silence, in which Be aware of your breath, come to talk to our very essence, managed to escape from all worldly thoughts and concerns in order to find peace of heart. Click
silence in our troubles, unplug it is increasingly difficult, we have to do this and that and see the future, giving up one space to devote to internal dialogue, which feeds our personal growth. Only the best from our bodies running from morning to evening, we consider it as a machine in which the gear is always engaged and the engine runs faster we consume our energy, without realizing that it is necessary from time to time to stay "neutral", relax a moment, take breath and add some 'fuel, a fuel made of rare silence and contemplation.
Pascal wrote that "one of the ruins of humanity is precisely that of not being able to stay quiet for a time into a room." I fully thought that this is an exhortation to rediscover the value of silence and this is the way I try to follow: those who can only stand in silence prepares his heart to the inner dialogue, which gives him strength, only in silence can expand the horizons of our minds and pursue the path of wisdom is silence.
In the hall of the Municipal Library of San Casciano Saturday admired photographs of his friend Francesco Lucania, taken during a trip to Cambodia, a journey in search of ancient Khmer art, the exhibition's title is: "Along the paths of Angkor." I was fascinated by the beauty of the stone forest, kidnapped by the magnificent architecture of the temples for centuries buried in the jungle and enchanted in front of the faces of the statues that look at you with their enigmatic smile. Peace shines through in every shot communicating the intense spirituality that animates a unique place where nature does not seem to have abandoned the world of stone, but with roots that look like tentacles to add new forms, like columns and decorations that blend those created by man.
With imagination, I tried to immerse myself in the quiet of those places, enjoying the inner calm that pervades the soul of the visitor who is able to approach so do not rush to that mysterious world, its secret more subtle beauty in silence.
Francis wrote in the presentation of photos "in Angkor you meet a smile you'll never forget, that the peace of mind, inner peace, of life that seems to have fulfilled all imagination and calm the anxiety of desires", who has been enveloped by that smile, "take it with them as a secret to keep, a way forward."
I do not know if life will offer me the opportunity to go to Cambodia to admire the beauty of this archaeological site is unique in the world, but the way to go as I have found in my travels in other Asian countries in the uses and customs of peoples who have a concept of life very different from ours. In India and Nepal, I noticed that daily life is not obsessed with the passage of time, people move and work without being dominated by stress and performance anxiety, factors that undoubtedly corrupt well-being of Western man. We live as bewildered, always on the run from a thousand things to do and commitments to be completed, it must be asked: but when we find a bit 'of time for us? The sense of the application is to seek to grasp and even in the hectic daily moments of silence, in which Be aware of your breath, come to talk to our very essence, managed to escape from all worldly thoughts and concerns in order to find peace of heart. Click
silence in our troubles, unplug it is increasingly difficult, we have to do this and that and see the future, giving up one space to devote to internal dialogue, which feeds our personal growth. Only the best from our bodies running from morning to evening, we consider it as a machine in which the gear is always engaged and the engine runs faster we consume our energy, without realizing that it is necessary from time to time to stay "neutral", relax a moment, take breath and add some 'fuel, a fuel made of rare silence and contemplation.
Pascal wrote that "one of the ruins of humanity is precisely that of not being able to stay quiet for a time into a room." I fully thought that this is an exhortation to rediscover the value of silence and this is the way I try to follow: those who can only stand in silence prepares his heart to the inner dialogue, which gives him strength, only in silence can expand the horizons of our minds and pursue the path of wisdom is silence.
Friday, June 17, 2005
Party House On The Beach Senior Trip
The Art of Happiness
Dear friends I have not abandoned, I was very taken only for the show: The Choirs from "The Rock" by Thomas Stearns Eliot, the "Theater of the Sky", we presented the island of Capraia and Florence. The title I have chosen today is not accidental, is a book by the Dalai Lama that advice, if not already read it, thank to Alexander, although very late, for his comment that the above is based on well from the master Buddhist. Only if we can eliminate negative mental states such as anger, hatred, aggression, intolerance, greed to embrace behaviors that reflect values \u200b\u200bsuch as kindness and nobility, charity and compassion will reach the goal of peace in our daily lives. With an attitude compassionate, aims to understand who we are, first, breaking down the walls that often arise, little by little, threatening to turn into impregnable fortresses, take the road that leads to happiness. Alexander is right to write that is that we grow in understanding of others, but we need a concerted effort to be able to see beyond his outbursts, as well as wounds caused by the silence that perhaps we ourselves, with our attitudes we have procured. Yet sometimes it takes so little to mend a flawed report, but basically still valid, whether it be love od'amicizia.
We are so taken by our things, work, the daily trials that do not have the time to stop and look into the eyes of someone who lies before us, who would like to speak with us, showing us too busy to have time to listen, but she just wants a bit of attention, a gesture of affection, a hug or a pat , love is made of small things, which is enclosed in an immense value. Very little is needed to make a person happy and he's right Follereau Raoul, who dedicated his life to the lepers, who once said: "Being happy is to make people happy."
We are happy to the extent that we succeed in making others happy, but what we give to others we give with love, joy and tenderness, because only then the person who receives a smile, attention, a gesture of affection, a thought, a courtesy ... will appreciate what we give and will feel happy because I loved her. I've already written, but it is worth repeating, what really matters in life is "love" and as Herman Hesse says "happy is he who knows how to love."
Just last night, a birthday dinner, a dear friend told me that he greatly appreciated the thoughts of Hesse who had written the article "Be happy," were the hits when he needed it, at a particular time of life, I dedicate with affection these phrases from "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran:
When you love you should not say "God is in my heart, "but
" I am in the heart of God. "
And do not think you can direct the course of love, because love
,
if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught
if not by himself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love
. When we love
commit to love with all my heart, infused with a pure and sincere feelings, only then we will be sure to "be in the heart of God."
Dear friends I have not abandoned, I was very taken only for the show: The Choirs from "The Rock" by Thomas Stearns Eliot, the "Theater of the Sky", we presented the island of Capraia and Florence. The title I have chosen today is not accidental, is a book by the Dalai Lama that advice, if not already read it, thank to Alexander, although very late, for his comment that the above is based on well from the master Buddhist. Only if we can eliminate negative mental states such as anger, hatred, aggression, intolerance, greed to embrace behaviors that reflect values \u200b\u200bsuch as kindness and nobility, charity and compassion will reach the goal of peace in our daily lives. With an attitude compassionate, aims to understand who we are, first, breaking down the walls that often arise, little by little, threatening to turn into impregnable fortresses, take the road that leads to happiness. Alexander is right to write that is that we grow in understanding of others, but we need a concerted effort to be able to see beyond his outbursts, as well as wounds caused by the silence that perhaps we ourselves, with our attitudes we have procured. Yet sometimes it takes so little to mend a flawed report, but basically still valid, whether it be love od'amicizia.
We are so taken by our things, work, the daily trials that do not have the time to stop and look into the eyes of someone who lies before us, who would like to speak with us, showing us too busy to have time to listen, but she just wants a bit of attention, a gesture of affection, a hug or a pat , love is made of small things, which is enclosed in an immense value. Very little is needed to make a person happy and he's right Follereau Raoul, who dedicated his life to the lepers, who once said: "Being happy is to make people happy."
We are happy to the extent that we succeed in making others happy, but what we give to others we give with love, joy and tenderness, because only then the person who receives a smile, attention, a gesture of affection, a thought, a courtesy ... will appreciate what we give and will feel happy because I loved her. I've already written, but it is worth repeating, what really matters in life is "love" and as Herman Hesse says "happy is he who knows how to love."
Just last night, a birthday dinner, a dear friend told me that he greatly appreciated the thoughts of Hesse who had written the article "Be happy," were the hits when he needed it, at a particular time of life, I dedicate with affection these phrases from "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran:
When you love you should not say "God is in my heart, "but
" I am in the heart of God. "
And do not think you can direct the course of love, because love
,
if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught
if not by himself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love
. When we love
commit to love with all my heart, infused with a pure and sincere feelings, only then we will be sure to "be in the heart of God."
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