The fact that we live in a world that is essentially mutable and ever-changing applies to everything. And so it applies as well to our spiritual paths and searches. In the end, it looks more like walking for a while, drifting off course, falling, trusting, returning, finding, connecting, getting confused again, realizing how wrong you were, becoming frustrated, getting angry about it, then getting angry for being angry—and after some time, realizing that you are lost again…

~ Moments intercalated in time ~ And then there are those days. Those that have no magic. Those that ask us to endure. Those in which...

I had gotten up at 4 a.m., fallen asleep during the meditation, and, on top of that, I hadn't turned into Jean from the X-Men, nor did I...

The dry leaves covered the courtyard.I saw an ant carrying a feather that was 100 times bigger than its size. I also saw a woman braiding a tree with the endless vines hanging from it... We were suspended in time, in the magic of a parallel world, and that was starting to feel real. During the 5-minute break, we all went to fill our water bottles out of sheer habit. I don’t know if we were actually thirsty or not, but it was something automatic, and besides, it was almost the