Circles of light

This is a room.

This is a room that held yoga sessions & meditations.

This is a room filled with kindness and gentleness, big enough to hold stories at times, smiles, hugs, light, thunders and lighting, sunshine and rain. The room also welcomed few grasshoppers, and some other green creatures. We let all them be or invited them out on a paper at times, should they decide to listen and not hop up and down.

And these were my two steady, loyal anchors for a week.

The glass jar holding a big white candle the entire week.Its flame reflected in the glass walls in multiple forms reverberating and multiplying its light and its flickering too, creating a tunnel or light ……

The natural rocks making up the wall in front of me, asymmetrically cut or broken and carefully built by someone at some moment in time.Rocks that offered and underlined the stability of the environment. It is a place meant to stay for long in my heart.

This morning, a beautiful new moon was ever so close to us, surrounded by a trillion of stars. The circles of light were reflecting themselves outside the room and found myself mesmerised both by this multiplications of light and flame reflections on a background of a bold dark bleu sky, giving way to a shy pink sunrise. The sun was not that visible amidst clouds and the moon enjoyed its reign for long in the early morning.

It feels surreal for me to reflect on these past week and I would probably and wisely limit myself only to what I was taking notes of, the house, the details, and paths I have walked ,the clean crisp air I have bathed myself in.

Every single day, I would walk most probably by the same corners of the house or its gardens and would notice something I have not noticed before. Every single day I would ask myself the same question- where has my mind been one day such as I stared, I wondered my eyes about yet in fact I looked and I did not see?

I do not have the answer. I kept then searching a bit deeper the facade again, maybe will see something new next time.

I will add one more magnificent illustration here again- but allow me for just few words to say this. There was a clock, hand drawn on the wall. Quite noticeable yet I have only notice it 1 day later. Afraid to report that I was not sure if it was a month calendar, or it was meant as a clock. I believe now- it was a calendar and it was showing autumn. When my mind clears itself out, all questions become philosophical to an extent, don’t you think the same?

I think you can see my efforts here too, explaining even each drawing just making sure I will remember all well myself first.

The calendar with the sun over there was of course much more expressive in real time. Yet ,I encourage myself and each of you too trying a new skill sometimes. So, let’s pick up drawing as the perfect tool to engrave my memory with all details I would love perhaps to see in my home too.

So this home! It simply felt as if I have lived there before! I could walk up and down with an ease that surprised myself too. I would guide other residents around, show them the way ( that I just learned 2 minutes ago myself), I would manage and refill the coffee machine as a pro ( after someone just fixed a small blunder also 3minutes ago). I felt myself not walking there, but sweeping my feet off the ceramic or wood flooring.

I would find an armchair, succumb in it and just dream as if this is what was my happy corner for ever. I would fill up the kettle, check the schedule for the day, see what I had to do, write, listen to the sounds, moving around with such an ease, feeling at home right away. The kitchen was a dream ,all covered in natural, raw wood, with all the tools a chef could dream of. I could see myself cooking here with great happiness. ( hold on- I did not cook here this time, just a side note to those who know me). We did have chores and these particular ones like for example chopping carrots, ginger, and sweet potatoes was just what I needed. The orchestra we were part of was working as perfectly timed as it could get especially because one -we did not know each other, two- we were supposed not to talk. Our repertoire was spontaneously made of mono-syllabic type of questions ( Yes,No ) and sometimes whisper, making sure we do the right thing. I am inclined now to believe, that “not speaking” can generate wonders in communication. We benefited of a natural understanding with eyes, smiles, eyebrow movements, frowns, thumbs up sort of things. That was some of the life indoors.

To be honest, if I have to sum up this experience would be as follows:

“Everything synchronised, even whatever was not working found its way to synchronise within our hearts.”

And outdoors…….dearest friends ,I am not that good at drawing! I guess you know by now. I will spare you my talent here.

The majestic Mont Serrat mountain was our witness. I took the constant changes and multiple seasons we lived during one day as a reflection of our emotions coming up and moving. The mist at times, the sun covering the village far down in the valley around four o clock in the afternoon, the greens and reds and yellows of the autumns reflecting back on us with the sun. The pinecones falling down on the paths….The rain at times, the storm at night, the freshness and the happiness witnessing the seasons changing in a country that still can enjoy that.

“Listen to

the wind

It talks.

Listen to

The silence,

It speaks.

Listen to

your heart,

It knows.”

(Native American Proverb)

The biggest peace I find is staying connected with my intuition. Listening to my heart so that I know.

Thank you ….