Return to the home of my childhood is always a joy, between the old walls and I feel protected emerge memories of happy days, no worries, where the quiet life flowed between games and carefree laughter of children chasing each other in the garden and in the park, happy to be immersed in a small enchanted world.
The garden now looks devastated by the snow that fell this winter is abundant, they make me tender trees with branches broken off, bent by the weight of that snow white and soft, light in appearance only. The large magnolia
which has more than one hundred twenty years he suffered several cracks appear on the trunk, large branches with the leaves already dried hanging here and there, but I'm sure it will bounce back after pruning and I shall see the sun shining, the leaves deep green, glossy and smooth on a side, opaque and smooth on the other with brown hue. I will always remember the magic of a summer night under the full moon, the bamboo reeds shaken by the wind trembled. The pale light of the moon was reflected on the shiny leaves of the magnolia, the big white flowers give off a heady scent that mingled in the night, I had long remained on the terrace, making wind the breath of the wind and kiss by moonlight .
I venture into the reeds, that desolation see those tall pipes broken and bent, but the bamboos are regenerated and the old roots will be born other shoots, rispunterà a new life, the human being in the throes of a passionate love can be left devastated as the reeds in a snow storm, my heart bleeds, but then the wounds will heal and return to live increased from the experience of love that has changed the way we see and face the world.
the most important thing in life is to love and feel loved, even stories that belong to our past leave us in emotions and memories, which remain dormant for years, then suddenly reappear and go back to their mind unfulfilled desires, remained in the limbo of the imagination, which can drag us into unknown horizons, beyond the clouds, where you chase the dreams of today with those when we were children, who c'inseguono adulthood.
As a child I always admired the butterflies in the garden even now if they meet the beautiful wings with white or colored, when the sun is too strong taking shelter among the trees at sunset and reappear.
Last summer I was on the terrace, just before sunset, I was enjoying the last warm rays of the sun with his eyes half-shut, suddenly appeared two white butterflies that hovered above me and then they were running among the leaves of the reeds that feed into the terrace: butterflies were in love. Joined, then happily parted, and went to brush stroking with wings, then rejoins with infinite a lightness, I was enchanted thinking it would be wonderful to make love imitating butterflies, as in a dance.
starts to rain, I have to go back home, takes a strong wind, the distant glimpse of the lake choppy waters wide, the water also seem to want to get out the hidden passions, but then the wind fades and the back surface of the lake placid with the golden hues of the sun disappears, little by little, behind the mountain tops. Night falls in a quiet place where nature is still untouched.
dawn run the window to open the shutters, I am delighted to contemplate the beauty of the mountains that crown the lake and the snow reflected the rosy light of dawn. The sky is clear, no clouds and the swallows darting in front of the window showing the white breast, full of life. You can hear the chirping of birds of many species that have found refuge in the garden and the park that is a bit 'left, the morning waking up is always enlivened by their music, music that wraps you in harmony with the beauty of Creation .
I love the garden of the birthplace, the spring has white flowers blooming shrubs that contrast with the green hedge of box, next to the lilacs the reeds are in full bloom and the fragrance spreads in the air, will be faded in a few days, but already the hydrangeas are preparing to shower him with rose petals and the life of the garden continues. In the book "Wisdom", which contains the thoughts of teachers in India, I read a wonderful reflection of Mata Amritanandamayi:
"Life is like a garden: it is quite normal for the leaves to dry and the flowers fade. Only if we clean up the decay of the past can we truly enjoy the beauty of new leaves and flowers. Similarly, we clean up the mind from the darkness of bad experiences of the past. The memory of life is forgotten. Forgive what needs be forgiven and forgotten what it is to forget. Embrace life with renewed vigor. We will be able to face every moment of life expectancy with renewed just like a flower blooming. "
Today I want to be a lilac, or pink hydrangea tomorrow ... my life goes in a renewal of blooms.
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