An answer to Stephanie

I have been many times to Rome, but this time I finally made it to Santa Maria in Trastevere. Visiting this church was the most meaningful moment of the whole trip.

Unbelievable beauty, the exquisite mosaics there were breathtaking, like the whole mighty silence inside, like the gorgeous paintings and the whispering perennial light…Time stood still…You could feel the vague whisper of eternity…

Out of the blue some monks began to sing the most otherworldly chants…At this point I no longer knew whether this was happening or I was dreaming.

In moments like this, you feel that this is the “real” reality. My life aspiration is this quiescent beauty, this pure space permeated by the sweet fragrance of timeless candor, this generous sense of order, this all-embracing Presence when all the ages become Now…

 Linger with this a little while…

Five times ONE

Just got back home in Stockholm after having been away for a month in Romania and then Rome, Italy. I hope I will have the energy and inspiration to be able to write about the incredible things I´ve been through this month.

I just write this post though as I can´t conceal my astonishment:

Just checked my dashboard and saw that Mirrors of Encounters has had exactly 11, 111 visitors  – I don´t know what that means, but powerful it is…five times ONE…!!

Anyone of you knowing what numerological significance this amazing number has?

Emil the master

Years ago I visited some good friends of mine who lived in an old beautiful house in Morlupo, an ancient village just outside Rome.

I never cared for cats before. There were so many of them coming to have dinner as my friend used to feed them all. 🙂 I was astounded to see that every single cat had its own personality. Among them, I remember one without a tail, one-eyed, cynical and very intense, and a cute one, the elegant and noble Pantofolo.

And so there was Emil, the master cat of the house.

He was so astute, really a mystical philosopher. Out of the blue, he would stare in the empty air, following attentively some invisible “shadows”, whose presence I also somehow perceived.

As my friends were away, I spent many afternoons with “the master”. He was mostly sleeping, waking up only to move along with the gentle afternoon light. I was writing, painting or composing, feeling very inspired by just watching him.

I learned from Emil much more than I have learned from many fellow human beings:

To be lazy but creative, inactive but awake.