Seasons ... Back in certain places, reliving the mind and heart certain moments and certain situations, I always created a strange effect. Some places have the power to make you put your life on the scale, to make you put the weights and measure your experience. On the one hand the experiences of the past, the other one today, this. On one hand, fears, inner slopes, the defeats and indifference. Across the courage, the lift, victories, love. I heard this game
strong checks and balances as I walked along the path of pilgrims cerchiaresi, with my feet that move the stones and dust, with sweat all over my body runoff. I've heard that balance strong emotions while tracing the signature of the path. The bright red color penetrated ripples in the rock, as I was careful not to smudge, not always succeeding in spite of the valuable and useful tips Pio.
The warm light filtered by the trees created a soft and pleasant. We go down. I thought a few years ago when we walked with the Savior for the first time this path. I meditated on the situation of that time: the storms of the heart, our soul empty, the uncertainties that life would still be confidential. If you are still with the years we continued to bathe our friendship the same sweat, experiencing the same feeling that has given us: the mountain. 
absorbed in these thoughts an intense aroma and kidnapped me, a myriad of butterflies turning around beautiful flowers created intermittence of extraordinary colors. That this is their night shelter? I thought. Imma, tried to catch one, but in the moment he was going to catch the light with a shutter bug has risen from the wall leaving his fingers covered with a thin layer of pigmented powder. It appears that the "fairy dust". Surely it is fairy the feeling that I've seen in recent months in the eyes of my "brother" Salvatore, a different look than a few years ago while following the same path, going through the same 
emotions.
As the nature of living our lives as the seasons. During the summer, we feel strong, our bark is resistant to pest attacks, vigorous branches of leaves spread out in the blue sky to look for the light. Then, in autumn, the branches mighty let go the leaves, break off one by one in the swirling wind, abandoning forever by what they were born. This is why we feel vulnerable. I wonder if we can overcome this moment of separation. In winter the snow covers everything, we indulge in the cold and dark without being able to see any possibility of rebirth. The doubts assail us. But the revival is there in that snow that protects and preserves what from here a few months reborn with renewed vigor. In this alternation of seasons, the tree of life scatters the seeds of memories. They give life to another life. Just believe that it is still on the move, to walk the path most important and difficult life, around which "rotate" the passions of all: friendship, grief, joy, life itself, death and desire that never runs in the conquest, the desire called LOVE ...
photos of this post appears courtesy of dear friend Imma Camodeca 
absorbed in these thoughts an intense aroma and kidnapped me, a myriad of butterflies turning around beautiful flowers created intermittence of extraordinary colors. That this is their night shelter? I thought. Imma, tried to catch one, but in the moment he was going to catch the light with a shutter bug has risen from the wall leaving his fingers covered with a thin layer of pigmented powder. It appears that the "fairy dust". Surely it is fairy the feeling that I've seen in recent months in the eyes of my "brother" Salvatore, a different look than a few years ago while following the same path, going through the same 
emotions. As the nature of living our lives as the seasons. During the summer, we feel strong, our bark is resistant to pest attacks, vigorous branches of leaves spread out in the blue sky to look for the light. Then, in autumn, the branches mighty let go the leaves, break off one by one in the swirling wind, abandoning forever by what they were born. This is why we feel vulnerable. I wonder if we can overcome this moment of separation. In winter the snow covers everything, we indulge in the cold and dark without being able to see any possibility of rebirth. The doubts assail us. But the revival is there in that snow that protects and preserves what from here a few months reborn with renewed vigor. In this alternation of seasons, the tree of life scatters the seeds of memories. They give life to another life. Just believe that it is still on the move, to walk the path most important and difficult life, around which "rotate" the passions of all: friendship, grief, joy, life itself, death and desire that never runs in the conquest, the desire called LOVE ...
