Vittorio Volpi

Someone had a hand in synchronising the rising of the sun and my presence. Okham’s razor advises me to go no further in hypothesising presences and powers. But it is enough to have grasped the moment, stage of an unplanned path, and a step ahead of me. The light sees me naked, natural and real: … Read more

Enveloped in a sphere of golden light, I feel it invade me, a vital light, a light for all creatures. With our thoughts, we would like to ascend to the heavens to give thanks for this wonder. This light makes us better, aware, attentive… perhaps even devout. Awareness is knowing that we share the same … Read more

If we like the colour gold, it may mean we recognize that light in us. If we like blue, we may recognize the same sky. If we like green, we may participate in the same nature as the meadow. If we like the whole set of colours, we may share the same life and awareness … Read more

At 7:30 a.m., the sun has just risen, its grazing light illuminating what lies before it. Nature is full of gratitude for this and the daily wind. We only appreciate it when we have time to go outside. However, a straight line reaches us too: my nakedness expresses my total gratitude as a son, stripped … Read more

After the storm, nature looks like Venus emerging from the bath. The meadows smell dew at dawn, and the sun sends its first down rays on the earth. I am already awake and alive to the present, even today: what is more important, what is more valuable, where to look for something better than to … Read more

Yesterday was the annual party at the Bivacco Marino Bassi bivouac in the mountains of the Camonica Valley (N45°51’42.18 E10°17’54.11). You can get there in various ways, but always a two-and-a-half-hour walk. (The priest who was to celebrate mass arrived from the sky – by helicopter). There were about 200 people there. I go there … Read more

I heard the affectionate call of this old cherry tree. It tried hard to make itself beautiful, to tell me that it exists and now offers its beauty and, later, its fruits. Picking the fruit is not theft. Free, always free, everything free. It is a great gift that nature gives us because we, too, … Read more

This plum tree has not gone unnoticed: the glory of the flowers and the light is a spontaneous call, like breathing. I inhale the fragrant draughts in my lungs: I know it is good for me, I try to touch the white flowers, like something familiar: “We are such stuff | As dreams are made … Read more

I am pleased to witness and share the blossoming of the almond tree in my garden.

Tangled in the Light. Surprisingly “tangled” and “entanglement” look very close. Now I understand why this place attracted me: because I wanted to be there = to fill in there. Setting myself in my nakedness, poverty, and essentiality, without weapons because there is no fight with no one because I feel invulnerable.

Tutta questa luce, tutto questo sereno, la limpidezza dell’aria fanno trionfare il verde delle querce e dei cipressi, di contro al terso azzurro del cielo. C’è un’evidenza immanente, una gloria (δόξα direbbero i testi delle liturgie pasquali), una forza invincibile e pacifica che governa tutto.

Il sole è appena sorto. C’è ancora un fresco venticello che accarezza le canne e i rami del pioppo. Le foglie sono dello stesso colore che avevano in autunno: qualcosa continua, si riprende un discorso interrotto. Contemplo la foto e la mente si riempie delle cose che vedo: non sono ancora pensieri, men che meno … Read more

Dopo le ultime piogge, una manna per la campagna, con la neve che di nuovo è caduta bassa (700m.) m’è ritornata la voglia di uscire di muovermi e vedermi e fissarmi nella natura. Ormai i primi pruni hanno perso i loro fiori bianchi e rosa, una festa per gli occhi, e anche i peschi stanno … Read more

Today February 15, is the patronal feast day of Brescia. Faustino and Giovita, warrior saints from the second century AD, are celebrated. During the siege of the Lombards in Brescia (VII century), they appeared on the city’s walls and defended it. A proverb says that San Faustino is the last merchant of snow. And just … Read more

It’s the 1st of February, and spring is suddenly here. The sun is warm, the air is fresh, and a gentle breeze. Everything is clear. The snow on the peaks is receding. I feel as if I am being reborn. And what wonder was seeing the first hazelnut catkins this morning, wandering around the Reserve! … Read more