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Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), May 2024 There are countless greens, equal in their many shades, a different greenness within. But not even one comes close to the sparkling, fragrant green of the forest after the rain in May.

Altura (Castellón, Spain), May 2024 Clouds in May coming and going, tough witnesses of time passing, a symbol of myriads of waterdrops, of tiny little cells working together. I thank the cells of my skin for, at the same time, sheltering me  and letting me feel the world outside. I thank the cells of my brain for letting me understand and connect both visible and invisible worlds. I thank the cells of my bones and muscles for opening the door to moving, to visiting and living new places. I thank every single cell in my body, so similar, though decidedly different, but in such perfect harmony that life works. I am as thankful for the work of the elements, as for the one each of my cells does bringing on the perpetual harmony of a life on the move.

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), May 2024 A bright Sun, shiny green, peace in a soul on the move. Happily walking the path chosen, strongly starting over, repossessing my own light. I recognize the rhythm again, the beat to which my new life has to move beyond.  

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), May 2024 Gray clouds in May brighten up all greens, landscape turns into a rainbow into a home for a riot, of colors, shades, contrasts… Imagination flies around, carousing on a day which seems to ignore the explosion of life about to begin.  

Altura (Castellón, Spain), April 2024 The color of an academic gown, the scent of loved ones, the touch of my favorite tree, the tinkling of a heartfelt toast, the crackling of flames in the cold, the flavor of sharing a table, the landscape from my window. A much longer list is easy to make, but these are all around me tirelessly bringing on peace to may days, health to my body, harmony to my soul.  

València (Spain), April 2024 Quelling the whirlwind of ideas, of tasks, leads to opening the path to the deeper calmness of quiet awareness.  

Valldecrist Chartreuse, Altura (Castelló, Spain), September 2023 Chaos of tracks of life constantly moving apparently languishing, actually awakening, while filling up my new home. Timely, following their destiny, or following my thoughts, or some kind of indescribable design, rocks, paintings, pictures happen into their right places in my new home. To their own beat, sometimes fast, sometimes awfully slow, the chaos of the perpetual pilgrim recovers near the mountains its essence, the peace of a Carthusian in his cell.