ALL THE SPACE I NEED

Instead of continuing to do, do, do, it might be appropriate to reduce a little what you do every day and take the time to be.

Have you ever thought about how difficult it is to give yourself time to stay, reflect, meditate, look at life in a sunset, observe a cat, a flight of birds.

Can you answer the question "who are you?" without limiting yourself to the name, and to the work you do?
The "doing" often coincides with the "doing by force" which at the body level can be translated with a state of tension or with a general feeling of frustration.

This feeling, in words, is often defined with phrases like

"I have little space" or "it's all too full" "I miss the air" or "I feel back against the wall".
In all these cases one must return to one's own time, to pauses, to one's internal spaces, to those areas made up of borders, areas of contact and withdrawal from the environment and on the other that mark not only our internal times, but above all our needs.

What do I really need?





THE EXISTENTIAL LOOP

The Cobalt Blue color symbolizes the ability to change when we feel that our life has taken a direction that has led us - or is leading us - away from the vision and spiritual approach of existence.In life, huge turns are made, and each path is an experience, a test, a tangible experimentation of the soul's will to touch the many possibilities presented to it by "wearing a human body". The soul, according to our vision of life, chooses where, how and when to incarnate. For this reason, everything that happens in the course of your existence is, to some extent, experiential food for your soul.

But of course there are parameters and "limits". One of these is our sleep and our blindness. In fact, we often do not see what there is to see and we do not grasp the teaching brought to us by the experience we are doing.When this happens, we enter a loop, a vicious circle, in which we continually repeat actions, experiences and circumstances that we cannot compensate or digest. We have all experienced this painful stalemate. It is as if you are in a spiral that is whirling around but leading you nowhere.

It is like getting lost in a maze and never finding the exit despite the thousands of steps we take to free ourselves. And here, when you are that in this loop, the situations persist or are repeated all the same: the places, the characters of the play, the names and the times change ... but the situations seem to be an "eternal return".
The Cobalt Blue color symbolizes the ability to change when we feel that our life has taken a direction that has led us - or is leading us - away from the vision and spiritual approach of existence. In life, huge turns are made, and each path is an experience, a test, a tangible experimentation of the soul's will to touch the many possibilities presented to it by "wearing a human body". The soul, according to our vision of life, chooses where, how and when to incarnate. For this reason, everything that happens in the course of your existence is, to some extent, experiential food for your soul. But of course there are parameters and "limits". One of these is our sleep and our blindness. In fact, we often do not see what there is to see and we do not grasp the teaching brought to us by the experience we are doing. When this happens, we enter a loop, a vicious circle, in which we continually repeat actions, experiences and circumstances that we cannot compensate or digest. We have all experienced this painful stalemate. It is as if you are in a spiral that is whirling around but leading you nowhere. It is like getting lost in a maze and never finding the exit despite the thousands of steps we take to free ourselves. And here, when you are that in this loop, the situations persist or are repeated all the same: the places, the characters of the play, the names and the times change ... but the situations seem to be an "eternal return".

PEGASUS PROJECT

TWO

Two skies
Two worlds
Two dreams.
Intrinsic.
Two swords
Two women
Two wishes.
Intrinsic.
Two mirages
Two deserts
Two woods
intertwined.
Can I believe in the signs?
Can you believe in the skies?
Two ancestral residences
Two flowers
Two loves
Forget it.
Can I believe in destiny?
Can you believe that I am me?

MOBY

PIETRA

Throw it away, that stone.
Take it and launch the way with all the strength you have in your body.
And, while you’re there,
tie all the pain I carry inside me together and hurl it against the water.
The sea will know what to do with it.
Take that pain away from me that stone that blocks the mechanisms of my heart.
Never tire of collecting the stones of my soul.
Never get tired of cleaning my heart every time it gets dirty with something that makes it beat less.

THE EARTH

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CHERRIES

I planted a walnut, and a cherry tree in my land, to seal a pact between earth, life and spirit, now they have grown solid and shaded, precious in their wood they give refreshment with their shade and two almond trees and then a fig I had abode, by three different spirits in the world, as a personal way of making covenants.
Each is a pact that promises beauty. The almond trees, the first plants to bloom when the frost still envelops things and the tromenta tell us that the invention, even if pressing, will be defeated by the enthusiasm of a disruptive and unstoppable spring.
The fig, the most robust and wild of plants, tells that life is strong and takes root everywhere, even among the cracks of a wall that forms a barrier and separates, and instead becomes a place of welcome, gradually yielding until it collapses, allowing liberated men to gift of goodness and sweetness of its fruit.

MY FIRST CAT MORGANA

A few things were enough for me, it's true I always had my head full of thoughts and unless I wanted it personally it was impossible to take them off, but immersed in that immense stillness not even I could do anything about it, the night was dark and you could not even see the stars, then maybe i could say it was cloudy. There were two rusty lampposts that in front of me opaquely illuminated the road, they were the only source of light not to mention the few cars that sometimes passed. 
It was all so calm, no noise outside of me. In my ears I listened to music with earphones and it calmed my soul. But more important was my cat looking around as if everything she looked at was a wonderful new discovery. Every now and then he would come up to me and give me two licks, while others tried to sleep. But always close to me.
In short, the fact is that in that small balcony, in the most absolute quiet, it was me and my cat, who was called Morgana; and I can say with certainty that no one else had ever been able to speak to me with such magnificence. I finally felt at peace with myself.

THE RUSSIANS AGAINST WAR

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