
Category: We are One


A World War OR a Wonderful World?
Warm, well, wise, wonderful, word, world, worthy, … All those words start with “w”. Combining them they become expressions we use and they make us create a different image in our mind: e.g. “world war”, “wonderful world”. What do they both have in common besides that capital letter?
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Faces of Love (218)
Light and darkness
Should we be afraid of the light? I think we should not, but many times we are. To see the light means to dig through the darkness.
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Time, where do you rush?
How quickly time passes! How many times have we said these words? How many times have we heard them around us? But does time pass or only we pass through time…? We run, are in a hurry, and realize that life is slipping away.


Faces of Love (216)
Balance & Harmony
Light and darkness; Joy and sorrow; Success and failure; Win and loss; Health and illness...
We like some of them and dislike the rest. Yet, they all are present in our life.
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A smile, a flower & a ray of sunshine
A smile or a flower can bring sunshine to your daily life. Smiling or giving a flower to someone, you give a ray of sunshine to them.
A smile


Wounds, Scars and Love
We are hurting each other, and also the earth, in one way or another. We cry and complain about wounds and scars. It is a way we see as being «normal» in our world. What about changing our attitude through kindness, and gratitude? What about using the flames of love?
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Luís Vaz de Camões

The job of being … a Mother
It happens from time to time to come across things that remind me that something from the past keeps them connected to me, even if they are “sitting quietly” in a drawer. Those little things become a safe box filled with gems when I open them. They give me a world with living or long gone characters and a lot of love.
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