“It’s as if everything goes back and forth in the sea, but in the pool everything seems to stop. But the sea, it comes and goes. And sometimes it comes in a way that is different.

The profound philosophy came from a six-year-old boy. I was walking along the beach, and talking to people. It was very sunny, and her mother said that the rest of the family was at the inn’s swimming pool. She told me she was from the countryside, she knows the heat, but little of the rain was loving it.

She preferred to go back to the pool, but the boy tried to explain to me why he liked the sea better. It touched me, he didn’t want to keep silent, he didn’t want to talk on the phone, he wanted to see nature.

“He told me that seeing the sea, he saw that everything goes and comes back in different ways.” And he told me amazing things about his creativity, and I encouraged him.

As I have a degree in cognitive anthropology, I am curious to know what I see and this boy’s mind is so different from the children I see here.

I copied Monja Coen, to be the child too. And I’ve volunteered with children in London and Thailand. I always put myself, as if I were a child.

I also wonder why I was so taken by the Internet. And not seeing the circle of life and trapped by the phones.

So these days I’m trying to use the phone less.

I woke up several times and remembering the people I met these days. They made me be there.

As I said, the Lama would have said about the effects of a telephone, and not being present.

I met a nutritionist and she told me I should have a routine.

I know I would have a routine of walking and doing yoga in the morning. And in the afternoon I was walking and I saw two women who were taking pictures. Thus began our conversation.

The conversation talked through the photo, to Buddhism, spiritualism and gratitude for nature. It turned into a walk and a friendship began.

He walked the walk, the conversation, the stories and even watching the sea.

The young philosopher is right

“ It’s as if everything goes back and forth in the sea, but in the pool everything seems to stop. But the sea, it comes and goes. And sometimes it comes in a way that is different.”

Our friends come and go. They appear in a different way. And the new ones that have arrived and aren’t in the prison of a phone, remind us of who we are. The best is our journey.

And this little philosopher also told me that he saw these in the games, and the shells don’t even come.

Yeah, I’m glad I went down and got a philosophy professor, and he reminded me that nature makes us see life.

But this little philosopher said to me “That’s cool Jules, I didn’t even bring a phone. “”

Gratitude

Sunday I learned something valuable from Lama Khenchet Rinpoche, and he told me how sometimes we claim, to see reality we see reality through the internet.

Even though he was a Buddhist lama and his class was in English. It’s not language. But inside me it makes more sense because I’ve lived in many countries.

When the Lama said it, it sounds like we are hallucinating and need to wake up.

At this point we try to see the reality of the Internet. And almost always we need to see what another lives.

When I asked him I sometimes think I’m hallucinating after my second coma.

The Lama said to me “How do you think it’s a hallucination? “

“I said I understand, but it bothers me”

And he told me it helped a lot

“So you are waking up from what is reality”

It made me start to value wanting to be woken up.

So I started taking out the phone when I woke up. I even meditated in my bed, I started to observe my body, my mind and when I woke up I took out my phone and André’s.

We wake up to reality and to where we are.

I know that the reality of so many countries around the world is trapped by the information we are. And in a way we are stuck to the world and the information of the internet and what is outside of our reality that we have built.

So I realize that all the realities of my friends are from countries, from indifference to their Perception of politics. All my friends don’t want to kill anyone. I start to wake up I hope people wake up from reality.

Andrey still lives in Sweden and his family lives in Russia so I know he needs to calm down like me. Just like I know my friends in Asia always understand me
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But maybe I was lucky enough to meet new friends. Those can understand. These make me wake up. And through the internet I can keep in touch with my friends and they’re not even close. But their minds are close.

Everything the Lama did made me even more grateful to everyone.

With love,

These days I heard a very beautiful story. And it reminds me of many things in my life.

Yesterday I was at the meeting on Buddhism and action to others. But it made me think that it’s not about giving money it’s about compassion.

It reminded me of my friend telling me that we all have an inner loneliness. And he practiced putting a hug to strangers

When I traveled alone, I always say that we who travel like this are never alone. Sometimes when we were together with each other maybe we are more alone.

So I made a lot of friends that when we met, we hugged each other to say goodbye to our loved ones who went alone. We never had the loneliness.

Yesterday, I was told a story about a person who was on the street and asked for money. The person on the street lived on the street, and the boy tried to give. But he looked in his bag, but he didn’t have it. But he could give a hug.

The person was so emotional, living on the streets and for years didn’t know that their value was much greater than money.

It touched me and reminded me that my friend lives in London and was doing the hug campaign.

I remember I never thought it would make sense in England. I know a gentleman from Amsterdam and he lives in Asia and he always hugs.

But me in Solitude reminded me that in London we were able to see young people, young and old, and that they wanted the hug from my friend and the hug campaign. Sometimes they laughed, sometimes they cried and talked.

Those of the hug were right, that the hug is worth more than the money.

A hug,

Jules