The infinite tides of human creativity
The nature of our creative essence The question of whether human creativity is infinite has lived in my mind for years, rising each time I witness how imagination seems to …
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Where intuition meets the cosmic rhythm of existence
The nature of intuition Intuition emerges as a subtle inner whisper that seems to bypass the linear structures of rational analysis, offering a form of knowing that feels immediate, fluid, …
Rediscovering love
The many faces of love Love, that word that has been spoken endlessly, written about in countless poems, and immortalized in innumerable songs. In the name of love, I used …
The threads that weave themselves
The scarab that returned through time Many years ago, during a visit to my mother, she gave me several objects she no longer used, something she often does, and among …
The beauty is already here
The consciousness that looks through the body Life contains beauty, a beauty that does not need to be sought because it is not hidden in the highest places or in …
The presence that transforms
The body as a living memory At the beginning of this year I made a quiet commitment to myself, a simple intention to try a little harder to stay present …
Listening to the body: unlocking the somatic messages within
For years, I believed that my mind carried the heaviest weight of understanding, that it dictated how I perceived the world, made decisions, and guided my life. Yet, over time, …
The longest journey without distance
Celebrating life from within Today is my birthday, and as I write for you, I feel that celebrating life is also an act of introspection. Yesterday, while reviewing my journal, …
The quiet return to ourselves
Good morning, dear readers, I hope you are all doing very well. In Akashine I have decided to create two different sections, one dedicated exclusively to tuning forks for those …
The anatomy of fear
Fear, that quiet visitor who never knocks before entering. I have carried it with me for so The anatomy of fear Fear, that great companion we all carry through this …