Summer has
arrived. Finally! It is 35 degrees in shadows and somewhere around 40 in my
room, where I keep the iron running in order to guarantee impeccable garments. It
has been strange, this year, so far. The usual transitions between seasons were
blurred with weather´s strange behavior. Summer, spring and autumn have all
been mixed together from February on. Now summer is here, however spring has
been kind of missing. Not so much in the weather-like sense, as in the
awakening of body and soul that accompanies it. Normally in spring I get all
fired up with energy and when I see trees bloom I start to bloom within myself
as well. I fall in love with Life. This year, the grey and the cold rain made
me less open to emotionally glow. On the opposite, I was quite bitter and with
energy level so low that I thought sometimes I would not survive the day.
It happened
to me this week that a certain feeling was evoked in me. A feeling long
forgotten. Actually, a feeling missed. I felt, as if I was in love. Pheromones,
hormones, basic horniness...call it whatever, it was there and it still keeps
in going. So I started to think about it. About love. Not only love for a
particular person, but love, you know, the omnipresent one. The one we all like
to talk about, but mix it the former one. I gave it a thought, deciding if I should
write about this subject I have been avoiding for some time, although, I believe
it has always subliminally underlined every sentence I wrote since the
beginning. So I sat down and started to read a book I just bought titled: “Celebration
of silence” by his holiness Sri Sri Ravi Shankar. Since I do not believe in
destiny, I shall call it a purposeful coincidence,
be as it may, I opened it on the pages discussing love. And here are my
thoughts he provoked.
