Life is wonderful, and sometimes when we have a fall.
Of course, it’s not during the fall, but when we’ve already accepted the fall. When we see the flow, and it makes us observe that in our fall it makes us learn who we are. So, I started trying to listen to the trees, and understand what’s inside the soul.

Well, when I’ve told about my comas, and people are sorry. Before they called me that I’m sick, now they think I’m a foreigner here in Brasil

I love it, because at the end of the falls, as I spoke several languages, and I also lived many years in different areas of the world, now with my fall I make mistakes, change accents and laugh. So my Oca is around the world, and it’s from several areas of my mind. So I can learn to be more present.

Well, I was at the organic fair, here in Ubatuba and it is in the place of trees, there are foreigners who live here. And there’s food, creams, art, music and those who don’t want to be trapped in common tradition.

When I went to speak like a woman, and I thought I know.
I went to say “Wow, I don’t know if I remember you, but you know how I had comas, I’m in doubt.”

So, she told me “It could be, but as I have autism, and I don’t even leave the house much, but psychology made me succeed. But I like to make art, from nature.”

People, who do not like to talk about falling, did not understand the depth of our conversation. Well, the two of us are neither afraid nor ashamed of our falls, so he came to talk without sadness. we are already free. And learning beautiful things., out of the fall. We talk about the trees.

I was telling about my dream, which I wrote about in my last post. It was from living on another planet that the goddesses were the trees and spoke like music.

She loved it because her college was biology, and she made art from wool animals from nature. So parents could take it. So beautiful, and such a depth of thought.

A conversa foi indo, como quer deixar a arte que é leva, e não que deixa os pais com a televisão . Nossa, ficou a nossa conversa.
Quando mostrei meu post do Planeta das Árvores, ela adorou e me disse que viu um estudo e me mandou.

Wow, when I saw An emotion came to me , a gratitude . Today I saw that the wind, the trees talking

The Rafa I met sent me,

“To listen to the plants, researcher Lilach Hadany, from Tel-Aviv University in Israel, and members of her team, placed tobacco and tomato plants in small boxes with microphones.”

The unbelievable ways plants use the same senses as humans.

Plants can sense a lot about their environment and it can cause them stress. Unlike most humans and animals though, when plants face predation, damage, or environmental changes they can’t run away and hide. “

And I went to send it to my friends, and it came
and came to talk another anthropologist sent me as she knows in Kerala, India.
And I learned that the indigenous people here also talk to the trees

It reminded me of my PhD and going to Israel and Palestine and not thinking about trees. I left the LSE and thought there would never be peace.

It reminded me of my friend Pai Chi Chi, who I hosted at Coch surfing in London and visited me here in Brazil.

He traveled for years, but he told me something I never understood.

“Jules, you are very different from the one who hosted me.”

I remember I said “Why did I think of celebrating China’s New Year,“

“I don’t know if you’ll understand.”

I said
“Try” had been at home for a few days.

“You are bright, beautiful, positive,”

I thought it was great, I wasn’t doing a doctorate and I had a scholarship, but I abandoned.

“Imagine a tree, an old tree that has flowers”

I thought it was beautiful, but he completed it

“when the tree up there will have a petal of a different color, you will feel alone because few people will understand you, and neither will you and others”

Although, that was before the coma I couldn’t forget it. That marked me and I didn’t even understand.

But now, when I found another petal and it doesn’t even cling to anything. There we meet because it gives us the fall we can understand.

I saw the movie “Coda” these days. So beautiful, it was a deaf family and a hearing daughter. This daughter sings and has a very beautiful voice. When she won over all the students in the school, her father saw the admiration of the others, he doesn’t understand, since he is deaf.

When they were home, he asked his daughter to sing. He asked to listen to the same song, which was in school. When she sang, he was touching the parts of her body, to hear the music by moving her body, breathing, soul.

And when I now the wind makes the trees listening, I touch the trees and try to listen to your breath, your sound, your music. Now when I find another Petals comes peace.

Love, Jules