These days, all of a sudden, everything we discussed, the wind came here in Ubatuba, in Brasil. I, who live in front of the sea, went to look and saw the tree arguing, going back and forth. She looked like my mirror. But I didn’t even notice.

I kept looking, recording and seeing how long that war between the trees and the wind would take, and I went to the bathroom and listened to the things that were breaking. André (my husband) and I were in different places in the house. We asked what broke. The house was closed, and we saw nothing.

Well, we didn’t find the one that was broken, but the one that made me think about how nature is far beyond how we are.

It made me think because, before the wind, André and I were arguing strongly, but seeing nature made me angry. I remembered that in places there in cities and so many people with so much fear, negative, and so many beautiful things.

So, when I opened the house the other day, I saw the glass on the side of the house and it was attacked by the tree, but I remembered that we shouldn’t even think about negative things. I’ve even learned from the Tibetans that it’s the way to harm yourself.

It reminded me of beautiful things, it made me think of the things I’ve learned from the encounters I’ve seen these days.

I learned from my friend Ana Paula that there are two birds in the Bird, one with Emptiness and one with Compassion.

And I found these words, “The two parts of genuine acceptance—seeing clearly and holding our experience with compassion—are as interdependent as the two wings of a great bird. Together they allow us to fly and be free.”

I also heard from a 99 year old lady who made me think, she said of her life. She she said “it’s a particle with consciousness.”

Every day I see people who have stopped having to prove anything, but still trying to find out why we live and who we are.

He was also at a 95th birthday party and he told me when he saw a girl and said “I don’t know if she’s my son’s girlfriend, but there are times when we shouldn’t say anything.”

I confess, like so many people talk about God, I feel very uncomfortable hearing from God.

Now when my friend said that it was really stuck in my mind. I told I heard from a friend that the word god, karma etc, helped me to take the fear out of words, she said “it’s still stuck in your mind.”

So when I met Fatume these days, she’s from Lebanon and has been in Brazil for 41 years. Our conversation was about everything. We talked about Islam. She told me and she is Muslim she told me allah ( god).

She asked me what I think about existence. “I said that I’ve read many philosophies and theologies, since I almost died, sometimes I don’t even know if I’m on earth. What I do know is that I know almost nothing, I don’t even know why I live.” No sadness, but I don’t know who we are.

I realize that sometimes when I clear my mind, then the person tells me.

And all the time I’m finding the petals (the people less trapped in traditions) the people who say I’m love appear. Fatume, he told me, it doesn’t matter what the name of a thing is. For her it’s Allah, for me I never knew, maybe a spirituality, with love and freedom.

But I know when I get angry, upset I do everything I shouldn’t.

Mrs. Futama, told me that she has a connection with God and I felt “almost no one will understand. But I understand, Only we are crazy. “

Tears came out of both of us. Mine was happiness, love.

Who knows that one day I am a particle of emptiness, and then I don’t even react when the words of the other see that it’s a mirror that recognizes and has disappe. But if we want, we have to decolonized our mind

Love , Jules