Archive for December, 2017

  1. The tools of love

    When the Old Man, as we affectionately called the oldest monk of the Order, entered the cozy library of the monastery, I was immersed in reflecting on an excerpt from a book of Rumi’s parables. The monk took a book from a shelf and sat comfortably on an armchair next to mine. I noticed he […]

  2. The sense of victory – a different perspective

    I was accompanying the carpenter who was changing the hinges of the monastery gate when I was surprised by the arrival of a nephew of the Old Man, as we affectionately called the oldest monk of the Order. The young man, in his early thirties, looked distraught and had come to hear from his uncle […]

  3. The seed

    I was walking in the Arizona mountains next to Starry Song, the shaman who had the gift of using music to perpetuate the wisdom of his people. Eventually, we reached a plateau with a charming view. He laid a multicolored blanket on the ground, lit his unmistakable pipe with a bowl made of red rock, […]

  4. The biggest lie

    Loureiro, the shoemaker who sewed leather as trade and ideas as art was walking by my side on the narrow cobblestone streets of the charming village located at the foot of the mountain that houses the monastery. We were looking for a restaurant to have lunch. He picked a quiet one, so that we could […]

  5. The revelation

    My first stage as a disciple of the Order involved many questions about the mysteries of life. I always thought that positive, as it prompted me into reflection and also taught me a lot about patience and serenity, as we only find responses once we are ready to understand them. It is as if they […]

  6. The recipient of love

    It was a cold Fall morning. The sun tried to warm the body under a heavy wool coat. I was walking on the narrow and winding streets of the charming village located at the foot of the mountain that houses the monastery, on my way to Loureiro’s shop, for a cup of coffee and some […]

  7. Truth does not hurt

    We were walking on the narrow and winding streets of the charming village that sits at the foot of the mountain that houses the monastery. The early-evening sun highlighted the colors of the houses and the cobblestones. Loureiro, the shoemaker who mended leather as trade and sew ideas as art was hungry. We were on […]