A letter to the Weather

Dear Weather,

So full of surprise, mystery.

So unpredictable.

We try to catch you, master you.

We draw curves, we put you into tabs, charts and statistics.

We reduce you to numbers and probability.

But at the end you are the one who choose.

Either we go with your flow or we fight you.

Either we take your manifestations as a gift or as a threat.

But I know that the happy man will be the one who will be free of any idea, anticipation.

The one who will be able to see equally a drop of rain or a sun beam.

The one who will be able to welcome you as you come and enjoy any opportunity for renewal.

Om Shanti.

A letter to California

Dear California,

When I met you it was love at first sight.

You welcomed me with open arms.

You took me under your wings.

You cherished me, you nourished me.

You soothed my heart to slowly allow me to get in touch with it.

Through the beauty of life you shared with me,

you brought me back to a deep connection with mother Earth.

You showed me the divine in all creation.

Dear California, wherever I go in the future you will stay in my heart for ever.

You are my mother land.

I am your forever child.

Om Shanti.