After three months of longing, I have returned to Tárcoles, in Costa Rica's Pacific lowlands. I have come with Rumi. I found him where Love placed him on my shelves, and I asked him to come along. Here in Tárcoles the austere, yellowed landscape during the driest, hottest months has passed. Now the rainy season … Continue reading Silent in Tárcoles with Rumi
Pasa abril. No muere. Pasa. Y con sus altibajos y claroscuros permanece en nuestros corazones. Deja sus esperanzas y desesperanzas, amores y desamores, nacimientos y muertes, amaneceres y atardeceres. A este valle ha traído el cambio de estación, las primeras lluvias, y nos deja, como presentes, gotas frescas, diáfanas y relucientes en los pétalos de … Continue reading Rosas de abril tras la lluvia
As sanitary confinement continues to be recommended in my city of San José and I stay home, I have turned to observe ever more carefully the minute details of living nature in my garden. I have discovered new beauties. For example, I often appreciate the various species of orchids, the red passionflower, the magenta and … Continue reading Tagore’s “Stream of Life” in My Garden
I have just read "Song 60" from the classic Gitanjali by the Bengali poet Rabindranath Tagore. Its beautiful verses reminded me of a recent walk, on a golden afternoon, along the beach in Puerto Viejo, Limón. Children swam and played in the sea as the loving Nereid of the Caribbean watched over them. Their ludic … Continue reading Tagore’s Seashore of Worlds
Friend, our closeness is this: anywhere you put your foot, feel me in the firmness under you. --Rumi I have been blessed by friends as firm as the solid rock that supports the Crestones of Cerró Chirripo. I pray to be such a friend as well. (Photo: "Los Crestones, Parque Nacional Chirripo, Costa Rica" by … Continue reading Rumi: The Closeness of Friends
Placer: Contemplar intensos azules del sereno horizonte caribeño donde se besan mar y cielo con sabores de coco y sal.
Plena y bella surgís del Mar Caribe, Luna amada.
The Año Viejo has gone and the New Year has come, but somehow I still feel quiet and silent. Rather than my own words, today the spirit of poetry moves me to share "Song 36" from the classic Gitanjali by the Bengali sage Rabindranath Tagore. I offer it, with a personal touch according to my … Continue reading Tagore’s Prayer
I boarded the ferry, sailed, and landed in a peninsula between ocean and bay to visit beloved friends: Art, Music, and Joy. They felt the pain of loss, and I thought I could comfort them. But I also felt the sorrow of lostness, and it was they who comforted me. Music and Joy strummed the … Continue reading Close to My Heart
Busco paz al contemplar la frondosa copa del gran cenízaro iluminado por la gentil luz vespertina.