Sho was a special friend, since I met him in New York, in 2001. But we knew each other through the world and through time. And he did, and he thought of the other, and when he left he was waking up. He always did the act of standing up for others, but he always didn’t see his worth.

Sho would go to college at night and I would go to college in the morning, but it was André Akamine who introduced us. We went to an Indian restaurant. And to this day it’s my favorite food. It was around this time in 2001 that I started to learn about the traditions of India.

The last time I traveled to Asia was in 2018. I wanted to introduce my husband to Asia, we were in Laos and we knew that Sho was nearby. He told us that he was going to celebrate his birthday in Vietnam.

In India, I learned that food is the mind that brings us health. Back in India, I started drinking 2 liters of water a day, water and tea. I didn’t even drink coffee in Brazil, but I did in the Middle East, and now I drink coffee🙂. But the last time Sho introduced us to Vietnam, he introduced me to egg coffee.

Since I’d been in Asia for so long, and I had always been told it was dangerous and ugly, from people who probably had never been there, I always knew you’ll never quite know about the beautiful things in the world.

But I’ve already said, normally those who speak ill of Asia, should not go there. I love discovering new countries and areas. And I also know that Sho had lived in several cities, as I have, but which makes us more open to the world than ever. It’s an eye

So we celebrated his birthday and learned a thousand touching and wonderful things. As I learned from the occupation of Vietnam, which was both French and American. But what touched me the most about colonization around the world was learning from the lamas about not going to war. They meditated while being burned.

Also, how do we drink coffee with eggs? A lot of people are disgusted to try it, but it’s tasty and we learned the story.

“First created in Hanoi in 1946, egg coffee is the brainchild of Nguyen Van Giang. In response to the pressures of a milk shortage caused by the French War (also known as the First Indochina War). Giang introduced an egg as a much-needed substitute for milk while working as a bartender at the Sofitel Legend Metropole. I always say the Sofitel Legend Metropole is worth a visit in Asia. But I also said that the first time I went to London. So I went to see Sho, and I was with my friend Pet from Hong Kong. But Sho was working in a bank. So I say the world is like that. And years later I was in London, and Sho was in another country.

But for me to tell you little by little, how I started to learn to travel alone, when we were in Bolivia. But it helped me around the world, I always feel like it’s there. But Sho was the best for his advice. I’ve traveled in Latin America, Africa, Europe, the Middle East and Asia and I love the world.

With love, Jules

I always wanted to write a book, but little by little like a Lotus Flower, and in the middle of a Mandala. And these days on my way I discovered how Lotus is our life.

I learned that it is one of the most important symbols for Buddhism. And my first coma in Thailand in 2013, I almost died and with a lot of brain damage. But even if I had seen it, I didn’t know how much it meant. And actually it wasn’t even the first time I’ve been to Asia. It has help me to understand how I feel.

It wasn’t even the first time I went to Thailand, the first time I volunteered to teach English even with the children once. It wasn’t even the time I worked at an inn. I had dropped out of my PhD at the LSE, and I didn’t even know what I wanted to do and I went to India again. Even more lost and they’ll call me the Mut Mee Inn. In a funny way because I felt more at home.

But when I first went to India, and I already had my first epileptic seizure, I was classified as I was. It happened in Morocco and I went to London and they started seeing me as a patient. And indeed, every year changes what neurologists think. And indeed we know that the mind and the brain are a mystery.

But it was in 2013 that I wrote a book in English, based on my blogs. This book is called Mosaic, which makes me smile because life is ironic.

Funny, it wasn’t even the first time I went to Asia, it was in 2004. For the first time I went to visit the house of a friend from China, and she came here to Ubatuba.

Says my mother, who” in 2007 – woke up in the middle of the night, at a friend’s house in Morocco, feeling a strong shock in her head and noticing involuntary movements in the fingers of one hand. Although scared, she goes back to sleep and, the next day, she can’t even tell if it was real or a dream. On the plane, already back in London, where she was living, she again feels the involuntary movements of the fingers of that hand.”

But I remember that I wanted to keep it a secret, I even stopped talking once and went to the hospital and 2008
I ended up in the hospital in Brazil.
I did a lot of exams, and here comes fear and frustration, and Dr Getulio even suspects Multiple Sclerosis. And that still questioned everything.

Then I went to India, hoping to get to know another culture. I graduated as an Anthropologist, and music.

There I started to admire the culture and I learned about Buddhism without even realizing it. Sometimes I feel that what we are is already inside and nobody has to convince you. Sometimes since 2008

Now that I have my house, I’m even told it looks Asian. I see daily everything that reminds me that I went through the world, and reminds me of those who came. And in a way I feel more for the world. As much as I lived around the world, and all my friends who came here.

I never traveled in the elite, nor could I nor wanted to. But I did couchsurfer and hosted , and friends around the world. That’s how I feel about the world. Sometimes I can’t call it a place, but a flow through the channel.

My first time going to India, I ended up in Dharamshala. There I got more into Buddhism and didn’t even realize it. I was so moved to see Tibetan lamas doing the Mandala and undoing. That made me understand why I was never so attached to some things, but it was in Ubatuba that I got more into Buddhism, I understood.

In a way, it even reminds me of college mates and chouch. They came from Heartburn, America, Latin America, Africa and the Middle East. In other words, the people of the world. .All of them made me learn so many things, but in a way Heartburn is more present.

I was at a party, and when I entered the house with a flag of Tibet, I asked the lady if she was a Buddhist and she said no. I told him that I had been to India and had happened to arrive on the day of the Dalai Lama’s class.

Already, already with the prejudices, I went to send a message to a Buddhist friend and I met her in the Dalai Lama’s class, in India. She introduced me to HH Karmapa, and I didn’t even know who he was. And because of her I met many Lamas.

I wasn’t even looking yet. But it would always appear in my routine. I know that the next day this lady texted me and said “You know you don’t have to go to Asia to see a monk. Here comes a Lama from Nepal.”

Precisely to find out who this Lama from Nepal was. But that year I started to participate more in the Buddhism meetings.

Every week I meditate and learn Buddhism. My new friends Thalita and Ana Paula and who make us lose something, let go of something we don’t even care about, but it’s giving up things that attach us. Just as we have to let go, how to keep the departed.

This year she realized that she was more attached to one thing. It was a cup of tea my friend gave me and passed away. It was my concern to lose what he symbolized to me. But when I broke it, I understood what a Mandala was. It was there that I learned that nothing holds our mind, as long as we want to.

It was from my friend Sho. I met him in New York at an Indian restaurant. He studied at the same college and wrote me a letter and sent me a message on paper. It said he thinks we met a long time ago. At the time I thought it was a silly letter. But Sho’s family is from India.

But Sho became a friend that I met in several countries. And he was home several times, and a few times before he passed away. I ended up in the hospital because things attack me emotionally. A thing of the mind and your spirit is here. My meditation fluctuates with your release.

This touches my soul because it starts to recognize me as I am. This one recognizing me and wanting to share how we fell and were reborn. And I am enormously grateful, as ana paula told me today.
“We have to open new channels” and I hope they come to visit me “Go with the flow, relaxed”.

But with my comas, I feel like the mandala and the flowers and the lotus, I feel that I write in my own way, I make mistakes, but I follow the path.

With love
Jules

Meditation is helping me profoundly to feel better.

I’ve been meditating even in bed when I go to sleep, and even when I wake up. And I even learn from silence, and I see a debate within you. I used to wake up very early, and even before sunrise, and I don’t sleep much, and it turns into a headache.

It even helped me with my anger, contrary to what I think. And even realizing who is angry, and internal pain.

And even when I’m verbally attacked, I always try to fight for the words. I try to let go of the words, we can let go

Our fight is internal, and I’ve always been one to run away from what disagreed with me. And I feel like I’m even dealing with how I’m trying to simply listen to the anger of someone who attacks me. I even feel compassion, because it’s not easy to deal with as we are.

Now I see that the other’s is yours. So, how do I see that I even see my aggressiveness in my words. I try to be quieter, and observe. Even I understand the value of the word of silence, like love and not like listening, and thinking negatively.

But I’m always one of the words, but I try to decolonize my mind. And I learned more from my friend Ruan. I always learn from talking with others.

Yesterday I learned with Ruan, and he is 5 years old. I was sitting in the hammock and he was on the sofa, which was in front. He’s shy. And there were 5 adults and my friend Ruan. I had told him that I’m not an aunt, I’m my friend Jules.

I made a throw-a-throw-me gesture. I thought of joking and looked him in the eye. He had once learned to look with compassion.

He looked at me, surprised at first and then he started to stare more and more with one eye wide open. Then I started to surprise myself. He kept looking me in the eyes and I looked and made the gesture of throwing the pillow.

That was on my mind. He got up and walked over and came back. And I made the same gesture to play, but he got up and went to touch my hand.

I was so surprised and touched. He came back and sat on the sofa. I asked what I was seeing.

He was quiet, and I was thinking and I didn’t even know what to say. I didn’t mean it was a game. He had looked deeply. I said “I traveled the planet, and you”. And he said “I saw you Santa Claus”

That touched me, made me see that silence is profound. What we see is what we want. So I feel the silence, a meditation is compassion.

So I try. Though it has always been about debate, escape, meditation reminds us that silence sets us free. And all compassion.

With love, Jules