We really spring, even if the weather is crazy, just as you would expect for the month of March, a bit 'is cloudy, cold and windy, but then along comes a beautiful sunny day and the nature ride reach out the sky blossoms of plum, peach, apricot ...
Vincigliata on Saturday was a triumph of color and I photographed the soft violet of the "garden of the soul" that I sent today to the girls of course "Food and Beverage," which are closely linked. We're good together, we can shoot out joy and was funny to see us together on Friday afternoon visit to the salon "Firenze a Tavola," Frank tried to imitate, the teacher of enology, the professional tasting of wines, but after the third tasting pseudo sommelier had turned into a merry band of young girls on a school trip, laughing and joking and commenting on dips Salsette Calabria, more Hot or not, or equipment for boards of noble ladies, with embroidered tablecloths and starched, gleaming silver and crystal, fine china items ... so beautiful to behold, but that had little to do with our lives in the name of a hurry, where we use plastic mats, unbreakable glasses, cutlery and dishes in the dishwasher to hunt quickly without too many precautions.
The haste is what Western civilization breaks down irreparably, his friend Paul is right to propagate the movement "from the slow" because today we go so fast that it is almost impossible "to pay tribute to what we encounter and could arouse our wonder ... should be able to enjoy the poetic sense in reading a few pages of a book, watch a flower, caressing a dog, have a chat with a friend, opening a space for contemplation, gratitude, understanding, have the sublime sense of wonder and surprise to return to us by life. " These words of Paul
put them into practice when they pulled the plug from the city and its pace accelerated and clipping me three hours to take refuge in the calm of the woods and olive groves of Vincigliata rediscovering the value of silence and contact with the mother land, writes S. Francis "sustains us and governs us and produces various fruits, colored flowers and herbs ....
I love the color of grass in the spring, I love the contrast of the tender green of the grass, new lives are born and move in the wind of existence with the brown trunks and silvery olive trees, some centuries old, the rough bark covered with moss, witnesses to the wisdom and symbols of peace.
few days ago in a television broadcast remembered the last months of life by Tiziano Terzani, in contemplating his happiness, and fully immerse themselves in nature, the decisive step is the abandonment of ego, what binds us, preventing us from identify with "a blade of grass," we must completely cancel the ego to fully enjoy the beauty of creation ...
can not imagine the beauty of the feeling of being part of creation, the moment when we leave our thoughts and we get hard to listen to something much bigger than us. We walk with awareness among the young blades of grass at every step feeling contact with the ground beneath our feet, a land that is alive, button ... and we breathe with her, the beating of the heart, our breath is in harmony with the breath of life of the blade of grass swaying in the wind of spring. So Saturday I was in the midst of olive groves Vincigliata, I was alone and so happy that I started running, shouting "I love you" to God and the beauty of nature around me ...
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