How about having a glass of wine? Red, smooth and dry; you watch it being poured into a glass, then you smell it and taste it holding it in your mouth for a second and then, very quickly you are being carried away to some memory, some other place at another time, with different people …
-“I feel lonely”- said a person to me. It surprised me and I thought: “But you have a husband and children, family and friends, you have a dog, a house and a good work; you are not lonely.” But I didn’t say that. I hold my tongue and I hold a moment silence to find …
What is a difference between wanting a pair of Louboutin’s red-soled shoes and wanting to help a suffering person? What is a difference between wanting to climb Kilimanjaro and wanting to walk Camino de Compostela? What is a difference between wanting to eat a gourmet dinner and wanting to become an enlightened person? I can …
Spring is in the air. Love is in the air-this beautiful, fascinating and confusing something. So how about it, Love-I mean. Let’s have a closer look at it, let’s poke it a little. I can start by ridiculing it because Love is silly, quite stupid and unintelligent. Yes, it does not remember anything; it …
Today I would like to dwell on a subject of attachment- this invisible but powerful connection we have with ideas, thoughts, stories, people… Attachment is a kind of mental glue that holds us joined with something or somebody so close that we seem to be one. We can’t imagine separation. I was once a witness …
The thinking, intelligent mind likes to take possession. It appropriates whatever is happening to “you” using words like “I”, “me” and “mine”. It loves telling stories in the first person. The truth is that it is not “You”. It is only a part of you-an aspect of you. It has a task to make you …
A member of my family died lately. It was too soon, too abrupt and too painful; it almost always is. We are still shocked at that fact. We don’t know how and where to put this huge empty space that is left for us. There is a story about his life and about his death. …
“I wish I could stop thinking “is a thought that probably pops up on everybody’s mind from time to time. Thinking in such cases instead of bringing a solution and help, has accelerated into a messy hurricane or a mental vortex threatening our sanity and giving us a headache or other even more serious malady; …
I began learning to write and read by learning alphabet. So did Shakespeare. I am not going to compare his skill of writing to mine, but it is obvious that we both started from A, B, C… If it is knitting, cooking or composing music one has to start from a very simple, basic level …
The past does not exist and neither the future. Whatever we experience is happening now in the present. We tell a story about what happened or what’s going to happen, but this story is being told now. What we take for the past are patches of feelings and thoughts stored in our nervous system. They …
