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.

A letter to Life

Dear Life,

Every morning holds your treasure, your beauty.

Either in a moon crescent, a star, a cloud, the sound of the crushing waves, the salty sea smell, a chirping bird, the wet ground, a sunrise, the color of dawn, the lights of an awaking city, a raccoon crossing a street... all of this is what make you so precious.

And I know this is what I have to take in my heart, hold tight and carry all day long. Nothing else matter.

Gazing at a fading moon as the sun rise I am moved to tears. This is so beautiful. I realize that even if in a few hours and maybe a few minutes I don't see the moon anymore, I know it is still there. Everything is still there because I am alive and I carry the whole world in me.

Om Shanti.

A letter to the Sun

Dear Sun,

I owe you my life.

Without you there would be no light, no warmth.

There would be no clouds, no rain.

Without you there would be no life.

From the moment you rise to the moment you set, your energy nourishes us.

And even in the night you are still there,

sweetening our dream through the Moon that you share.

Oh dear king of the sky, you are the good wizard of my life.

You are the one who can make me smile when I am sad.

The one who can heal my wound when I am hurt.

The one who can bring me hope when I doubt.

The one who can dry my tears when I cry.

You are the one who knows how to touch my heart.

Om Shanti

A letter to the Mornings

Dear early mornings, sweet mornings, lovely mornings.

There is not a day that you are not offering us one of the precious gift of life.

Either in the song of the birds, the color of a sunrise, the smell of the wet ground, this is bliss.

Still carrying our dream from the night, you bring the promise of a beautiful day.

Between the night and the day, you are a messenger of life as the nature awakes.

You take us from the darkness to the light, from unconsciousness to awareness.

Every day it is with a smile I welcome you and vow to live fully every moment of this new day you give me.

Om Shanti.

A letter to Ms Apple

Dear Apple,

Everything you have to give us is sweetness.

You know how to touch and fill with wonder all of my senses.

Your generosity is your gift.

In your smell I still can see the flower that you were once upon a time.

Your bright colors are there to remind me the sweetness of the autumn days.

But it is when I am about to taste you that a river of pleasure is about to flow.

When with a first bite I penetrate your skin.

When I can hear your flesh cracking under my teeth.

When I can finally taste the sweet flavor of your juice but still with a touch of the bitter of your skin.

Bite after bite you carry me away in some beautiful meadow where everything is love.

Om Shanti.

A letter to the Wind

Dear Wind,

Here and already gone.

Here but unable to catch.

I can only feel you but never see you.

And I like this moment.

When I face you and meet you.

When you blow on every pore of my skin.

When you go through my clothes and make me shiver.

When you fill my lung with the world you are carrying.

I then listen to you, smell you and let me be touch by you.

It is with an open heart that I receive you, welcome you, hug you.

Om Shanti.