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?

A thought from Rome

A friend just asked me to define “ugly”…

Not easy…but considering what I have in mind just now, I think his question makes sense and I can give him some kind of answer.

They say Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Does this apply to ugliness as well…? Can beauty understand ugliness…? Can the ugly ever perceive beauty?

As it happens I am in Rome for a short vacation. Today I went to the beach in Latina, – a little town just outside the Italian capital – together with my girl friend and her sister. As always, I sit and watch people. I may seem rather judgemental and I ask to be excused, but with the exception of some tattooed young girls who vaguely reminded me of some Etruscan statues, I couldn’t believe my eyes seeing so much ugliness around me.

What do I mean with ugliness…? Total lack of personality and expression, emotional absence, empty kind of glances, sufficiency and frightening vanity…- yes, ugliness is inarticulate and vapid,  the ugliness I talk about is ugly not because it is “ugly” but because IT IS ABSENCE – neither beautiful nor ugly… Countenances with no trace of passion, presence or interrogative awareness…Unfortunately, vividness or beauty can hardly be described. Yet, in the nearness of beauty though, there is order, there is a sense of balance, some kind of beneficial vibration.

In the nearness of ugliness there is an overwhelming feeling of disproportionate inutility, disorder, unbearable flatness and appalling tastelessness.

Ugliness is the icon modernity prays to.

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.