Today I am so happy to see you all here and to know that Mary and his husband are fine.
I join Pilgrim in prayer for deep courage, and I will pray later for all of you. now I’m cooking but I have the flu … paracetamol 500 mg and I can finish the day, then I will relax on the sofa, with my higge practice: blanket, breath (if my nose will allow it 🤧) and this website. I have not read the Fabiana Fondevila article yet …
A big hug to everyone, thinking also to Ose, THenry, Nancy, Aine, Manda.

This circle of prayer, this Tuesday, is such a warm invitation to be present and to think of all of you, old and new friends, as always, visible and invisible. This spontaneous chorus of sincere prayers is a balm, in the midst of a frenetic and overwhelming pace and overwhelming information. Another world is possible. I think this is a very simple way to make it possible.
Dear friends, may your health be good, may your daily challenges and conflicts be softened by the whisper of the Spirit, may you enjoy your inner peace and spread your joy everywhere.

for me, feeling generous is not an exciting result, rather it has something to do with the ego, always looking for approval, recognition, success. Love frees us from the ego and keeps us in a pure and humble flow of joy. When we make ourselves instruments of love, we can be generous without knowing it, in many different ways (as St. Francis used to say in his prayer “Lord make me an instrument of your peace.) Human creativity grows and flows in the spirit of love and leads everyone to find the best tools anywhere.

The disabled son of my cousin is now 23, but his genetic diversity places him in the world of children, in some respects.
He loves to smile, laugh, come to life as a joyful game, first of all, trusting people as if everyone were a good mate, always ready to give high five with him.
Even when he is working (there are many organizations that offer jobs to these people and for this I will never be grateful enough) he is kind, makes others laugh.
So, “little J.”, perhaps your exhilarating childhood is a path to good relationships, simple, easy to be followed.

Dear Diane, there are days full of anxiety and melancholy. Me too, today. I’m feeling a bit ‘of anxiety for my father and also because I’m not so well. It often happens on Friday, maybe when I relax, some health problems come out, my reflux or headache … anyway, I’m learning from you to accept these “gray days”. Perhaps, being grateful for them will be the next step. But I’m not in a hurry. I don’t want to force my soul. A step at a time.
Be well my friend, bonne soirée, dulces sueños🤗

Dear Pilgrim and Diane, when I was a child I loved a poem that my mother used to tell me. This little poem sounds as follows, more or less:
Home, sweet little home that does not have one like you, always welcomes your loved ones and offers them, with simplicity, peace, joy and hospitality. In my language the words are in rhyme.
I have always loved my home, as a place of rest, even without a fireplace, because when I was a child, having a fireplace meant being rich and my family was not rich. Now, it’s not so useful, because of this strange climate change! I live in a building where some apartments have a fireplace but not mine, because the chimney is not part of the structure.
oh, and my blankets, Pilgrim, Diane, me too, I have a lot of blankets and my sons and I always sit on the sofa and read or watch TV wrapped in our blankets. My friends, the choir director and his wife, gifted us a new one, last Christmas😌😄