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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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in the Clouds Wind

A day of strong wind, as you rarely see in Florence, it's cold and it feels good in the sun. The sky was clear that the morning is filled with clouds, but I do not give to go for a walk in the woods Vincigliata, elf like I need air, contact with the trees, the earth, I love the smell of the grass, look at the flowers that shyly beginning to appear, as if to show that spring is coming, even though winter still does not want to go.
involves Valentina, who like me loves to walk, and we venture into the woods, we are well covered, the wind is cold, it begins to sleet, but the path we are protected by cypresses and does not feel the cold, we arrived in the clearing olive trees and we stopped to enjoy the peace resting on a trunk rough: it is wonderful to observe the landscape. The silvery leaves of olive trees move in the wind, like the tops of cypress trees, but in clearing the wind is slowed down as his voice is heard only in the forest, combined with that of birds. Sleet
stronger, the sky is leaden, even if the sun tries to peep, as the wind pushes a small flurry of snow crystals that we invest in, laugh and walk faster to reach the church of S. Lorenzo and S. Maria a Vincigliata and find refuge in the rectory. The garden, with Paul that I have dubbed the "garden of the soul" is full of violets, make me tenderly, in the garden peach and apricot are already flowering, hopefully not freeze tonight. Come back
the sky opens, the wind pushes the white clouds that follow in the blue above the treetops, I am reminded of the "Canticle of the Sun" by S. Francis of Assisi, where he praises the Lord for "Brother Wind and air, cloudy and serene, and every time." I love the wind that managed to wipe out the gray clouds and brought the white, turning a winter afternoon in a windy and cold spring. I arrived home to find the email that Valerie had sent me when I confided that I loved the white clouds, are thoughts that I shared by Osho first moment:

A white cloud is a mystery: his arrival, his departure, his very existence. A white cloud exist without any roots, is a phenomenon rooted out, that does not rely in any place, or rather, rests not in place. But even so, there is abundant and exists in the form.
All of life is this: without roots, without cause, without purpose: it exists. Exists as a mystery. A cloud has nowhere to go. It moves, it moves on all sides, mistress of all sizes, as well as directions. Nothing to be prohibited. Everything is there, in full acceptance.
The clouds do not have their own way: drifting. Means having a path somewhere. The real path is a path without direction. Move, but without intent to maturity; move without a rational decision.
why I call my journey "The Way of White Clouds." I like that you were like the white clouds drifting in the sky. They drift, do not make for a point. Wherever you are, what is the goal. The goal is all the time: the path is the goal. Transformed into white clouds. Stay only there, do not resist, do not fight: just enjoy life, celebrate the moment, the pleasure, the ecstasy of life. (Osho)

would be wonderful to be transformed into a white cloud ...

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Women, women simply

I wanted to not write anything for this March 8, Women's Day celebration which frankly leaves a bit like 'bitter taste in the mouth, since it commemorates a massacre, better to call it simply "women's day", as says my friend Amalia sculptor ... but then came the e-mail addresses of friends, text messages on your phone, Lamberto and Augusta that give me a beautiful bouquet of mimosa, freshly picked from the tree of the garden ... I shared with all the nice girls that attend the course "Food and Beverage Manager."
The girls and women I call because we had so much fun together and look like eternal teenagers, who have not lost their childlike innocence, always ready to laugh and joke for a joke, Maria Lucia now has crashed, you are strong, dear Gwendolyn, as I have dubbed the teacher of wine!
Do you find yourself catapulted into the atmosphere of this day so let's not forget these women, just women who struggle, love, suffer, cry, smile, make children and raise them with love, work and do things two thousand ... because women do not stop ever, are always in a hurry. When you are down, they find the strength to rise again, as I wrote in "Hope Floats", in which I quoted the passage Cugia Diego, alias Jack Crowd, dedicated to "Women in rebirth." Reread it if you feel torn down, a woman always gets up again, even after the worst falls.
He wrote well in three rows Valentina recalled how women must be both "strong and brittle, always somewhere in between being a woman, having to have the balls of a man and will remind the world that we females also. "
To all of you, dear friends who read me, the vital words of Teresa of Calcutta, devoted to women who do not have to give up ... never

Women only phenomenal

Keep in mind that the skin makes wrinkles, hair becomes
white
the days turn into years .. But what
which is important not to change;
your strength and your conviction does not have age.
Your spirit is the glue of any spider.
Behind every finish line is a line of departure.
Behind every success there is another disappointment.
long as you're alive, feel alive.
If you miss what you were doing, go do it.
not live on yellowed photos.
insist even if they expect dropouts.
not let it rust the iron in you.
Make sure that instead of compassion, take you over. When
because of the years you can not run, walk fast.
When you can not walk fast, walk. When
you can walk, use the stick.
But do not hold back ever!
Mother Teresa of Calcutta