The quiet rhythm of life
This year is coming to an end, carrying with it a river of experiences, moments of laughter and tears, of joy and sorrow, of small victories and quiet defeats. Life flows through us like a current, and I have learned to watch it from the shore, without being swept away. I am not my emotions—they are passing clouds, shadows that touch my body, linger for a while, and then move on. I observe them, let them teach me, and release them, understanding that just as they arrive, they leave. «You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.» – Steve Maraboli
This past week, my thoughts have returned to my father, who left this world years ago. Perhaps it is the time of year, the fading light, or the quiet in the air that awakens memories of him. He was a man of patience, serene in the face of chaos, and at the time, I could not see the depth of his stillness. Slowly, I realized that I carry a piece of him within me—a gentle echo of his legacy. He lived simply, as a gardener, devoted to plants and the quiet rhythms of nature. He understood the cycles of life by touch, by sight, by intuition. Now, when I walk through a park and watch the trees, I feel awe—not just at their strength, but at the patience with which they grow, season after season, silently, resiliently. «He who plants a tree, plants hope.» – Lucy Larcom
The invisible threads
Though he may have seemed ordinary to the world, he held a secret that could not be taken away: a connection to the intangible, a dialogue with the unseen. With his eyes lifted to the sky and his hand resting on his heart, he taught me more after his death than in the years we shared together. Words ignored in life have a way of ripening into meaning, arriving only when we are ready. Each of us has a calling that knocks at our door at the precise moment, neither early nor late, like a fruit falling from a tree when it is perfectly ripe. «The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.» – Pablo Picasso
I share this truth because it is mine, because it is real. That inner light that whispers in your chest is your guide, subtle yet unwavering. Do not wait for grand signs outside yourself; all guidance begins within. Do not fear sadness, do not fear fear—they are messengers, like leaves caught in a breeze, dancing through the body before moving on. Observe yourself from above, as a temple receiving what comes and letting go when the time is right. This is surrender, and surrender is liberation. «Surrender to what is. Let go of what was. Have faith in what will be.» – Sonia Ricotti
Flowing with liberation
Freedom is found not in resistance but in letting life pass through you without clinging. Emotions rise like tides, memories unfold like petals, and the quiet wisdom of nature teaches us that all things arrive in their own time. In observing without attachment, in feeling without becoming, we touch the eternal, the invisible, the sacred thread that runs through everything. The trees, the seasons, the cycles of life, and the pulse of our own hearts are reminders that we are part of a greater rhythm. «Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.» – Buddha
Life is a garden, and we are both gardener and soil, both observer and leaf. Each moment, each feeling, each thought is nourishment. Each breath is a gift, a chance to witness the delicate miracle of existence. And as we surrender, as we let go, we allow ourselves to bloom, fully, quietly, in harmony with the unseen forces that guide us.