My friend Nico grew up in a conservatory because his father worked there as a janitor. As a child, among that multitude of sounds, he tried to find one that represented his soul. He could have chosen any instrument but he was drawn to the piano and the violin. Continue reading the music of the heart
To eyes like ours, this world appears broken, fragmented in a myriad of separate manifestations, one from the other.
Only the Poet can see the indescribable presence that holds everything together. Many names have been given to this presence going back to Vedic times. Continue reading the Poet
When we place our feet on the yoga mat or we sit for meditation an exchange between the external world and the internal world begins. The dynamic movement of the body, guided by the breath and the inward attention, gradually transforms into a concert of the tactile senses which involve not only the parts of the body that touch the ground, but all of our psychic senses, favoring a degree of enthusiasm and trust in life. Continue reading Balancing action