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.