As the roots of rationality spread across the globe, feeding the human with knowledge and science, the light of the world dimmed a little. The human species became mechanical and robotic, losing a part of its essence. The hearth of the universe flows with magic, crackling in sparks of wonder and in melodies of beauty.
In the moments when the skies are watercolored in sunrise or the trees dance with the song of the wind, we too can experience this magic, even if it is for only a fleeting moment. It is unfortunate that in trying to explain the world in mechanical terms and rather long words, we forgot to communicate with its essence. Why can’t some things be left unexplained and simply enjoyed? Perhaps we can understand the world best if we see it as a home, a family, a gift, a miracle…
A medida que las raíces de la racionalidad se extendían por todo el mundo, alimentando al ser humano con conocimiento y ciencia, la luz de la Tierra se apagó un poco. La especie humana se volvió mecánica y robótica, perdiendo parte de su esencia. El fuego del universo fluye con magia, crepitando en chispas de asombro y en melodías de belleza.
En los momentos en que los cielos se acuarelan con el amanecer o los árboles bailan con la canción del viento, nosotros también podemos experimentar esta magia, aunque sea por un instante efímero. Es triste que, al intentar explicar el mundo en términos mecánicos y con palabras complejas, hemos olvidado comunicarnos con su esencia. ¿Por qué no podemos dejar algunas cosas sin explicar y simplemente disfrutarlas? Quizás podamos entender mejor el mundo si lo vemos como un hogar, una familia, un regalo, un milagro…
The power of Mother Earth expands beyond our gaze and immediate sight. In our paths, we might have walked among giant millenary trees, travelled across vast oceans painted in all shades of blue, or stopped to observe great canyons and mountains. While beautiful and powerful, those are just the surface level.
In the moment of our creation, as our eyes fluttered open and our pupils adjusted to the light, our soul saw a world anew. During our explorations, caressing the earth with every small step, everything seemed to be unknown yet so beautiful. A drop of water or a leaf pirouetting as it danced in the wind was magical. Slowly, as the earth became more and more familiar, we shut down our vision.
Mother Earth has been patiently waiting for our awakening.
Our life is composed of a weaving of paths, each thread carefully looped with every step we take. As E is the energy of the path, this trecena is a beautiful invitation for reflection. In every moment we are shaping our destiny, every action we take forms a curve on our road. The beauty is that we get to choose which direction we want to take.
In every moment we live, there is medicine for our being.
The person who must believe most in the greatness within us is ourselves.
One of the most beautiful things we can offer the world is what we become when we do the real inner work.
What could flourish if we stop living in such a rush and allow ourselves to be present and open to what each moment offers us?