Salir del silencio

¿Cómo salir del silencio profundo y pacífico? Como el último suspiro de la madrugada mientras la Cruz del Sur aún bendice a la Tierra desde el firmamento. Como el cricrí de los grillos y el croacroá de las ranas al culminar su cantata nocturna. Como el silbido del cuyeo cuando el alba muestra sus replandores … Continue reading Salir del silencio

Maravilla: Primera floración

De manera desconcertante y maravillosa, la Passiflora alata que sembramos en mi jardín durante la cuarentena de Semana Santa del 2020, ha florecido por primera vez este mes de diciembre, al cerrarse el convulso, gozoso y doloroso, 2021. Primera flor, acompañada de perfil por el segundo botón: 9 de diciembre, 2021 ¿Por qué justamente ahora? … Continue reading Maravilla: Primera floración

Dreaming of Deserts

I have been dreaming of deserts. It seems ironic, since I have spent so much time in the water recently, letting it embrace and comfort me. The first dream seemed to be of the Sahara, my image of it in Algeria. The second one seemed like an American desert, perhaps Ica in Peru. Algerian Sahara … Continue reading Dreaming of Deserts

The English Patient: Nationlessness and Namelessness

Sometimes reading takes us out "on a walk." For many years I had longed to return to the Egyptian-Lybian desert and to the hills of Tuscany by reading Michael Ondaatje's novel The English Patient (1992). About a month ago I was finally able to let Ondaatje's lyrical storytelling take me on that walk. I have … Continue reading The English Patient: Nationlessness and Namelessness

A Stroll through the Rock Garden

As I continue to enjoy the beauty of summer in Brooklyn, I am drawn to the simple, quiet places where I know crowds do not gather or overwhelm. This afternoon I wanted to find such a place to walk and pondered where to go. This morning I had been thinking of the Zen aesthetic concept … Continue reading A Stroll through the Rock Garden

Rumi: Giving Yourself

Watching summer blooms at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden, I am moved by their loving magnanimity. They give their vitality generously to hummingbirds, bees, butterflies, bumble bees, fireflies, and any other visitors who feed from their sweet heart. Canada Goldenrod (Solidago canadensis) Loving Spirits, the summer flowers give their delicious energy without asking their guests for … Continue reading Rumi: Giving Yourself

Vista Sur: Golfito

Durante un mes observamos la costa de Golfito desde nuestra playa solitaria en las cercanías de Puerto Jiménez, Península de Osa. A través del Golfo Dulce se veían las montañas del Parque Nacional Piedras Blancas, la bahía de Golfito y la fila de cerros que corre desde Playa Zancudo hasta Playa Pavones y Punta Banco. … Continue reading Vista Sur: Golfito

Vistas durante la lectura

Se suceden los días receptivos en Osa, más aptos para percibir, sentir y leer que para analizar, pensar y escribir. Todo esto siempre va de la mano en procesos dialécticos y continuos: percibir-inferir, sentir-pensar, leer-escribir. Es apenas un asunto de énfasis: vivo días más contemplativos que creativos. Días de libertad, paz y quietud. Comparto entonces … Continue reading Vistas durante la lectura

Old Poets’ Wisdom

As this challenging school year comes to a close, I keep reading my philosophical and poetical friends for their wisdom, both phronesis and sophia. The Preacher of Ecclesiastes, Lao Tzu, Plato, Aristotle, Saint John, Rumi, Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, Emerson, Thoreau, Tagore, and Henry Bugbee have been sources of insight and exemplary guides … Continue reading Old Poets’ Wisdom

Floral Simplicity

It is a cold, gray afternoon. Worries weigh on my mind like the nimbostratus, filled with rain, that hover over the land. In search of a wise, earthy voice, I seek Mary Oliver's poetry in my library. I come upon the poem "Just Lying on the Grass at Blackwater." These verses strike me as the … Continue reading Floral Simplicity