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Simply stay with the small and in the small, because the grand reveals itself when we pay attention. And the journey of understanding gently unfolds throughout our lives.
Chandra Livia Candiani
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In the void that remember
“O you who believe, fasting is prescribed for you as it was prescribed for those before you, that you may become mindful (taqwā).” (Quran 2:183) In Mirleft, during Ramadan, time does not flow. It breathes. This is not a metaphor; it is a real, almost physical perception. There is a different rhythm—a quality of time…
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Why Sarangi
The name Sarangi, which I adopted for my yogic project and ultimately for this website, was given to me by Swami Atma in Rishikesh, India. Swami Atma was one of my meditation teachers, one of the serious ones who wouldn’t want to be called a master. The story goes like this. We were chatting, sitting…
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What many people don’t know is that…
When I live in contact with Nature, in a more natural dimension of life, my gaze immediately becomes sharper and more sensitive to the small, the delicate, the essential. The myth of the hero, of greatness, of extraordinariness, of visibility, crumbles, making way for the simple, delicate power of the real. The ordinary reveals its…
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Falafel
Falafel In the woods, the war is silent footsteps, birds and shadows follow the trail, and the dead fly low with unfurled sleeves, invisible and present, nocturnal animals of a spring that tries its best to be discreet. No war is distant.[…]From the poetry collection “Pane del bosco” by C. L. Candiani No war is…
Wonder lies in the gaze. In humble, curious exploration that doesn’t impose itself on reality, that demands nothing from the experience. Then, with the distorting lenses of expectation, judgment, and habit laid aside, what’s around us offers itself, revealing its extra-ordinariness to us. And it’s a perpetual falling in love.
The path we walk begins to speak to us, to evoke, to resonate with emotion: a stone, a glimpse, a taste, a look, a simple occurrence become stories, symbols. The etymology of the word “symbol” itself refers to the meaning of “to put together,” “to unite.” To feel that everything is a symbol means discovering that every thing, event, place, gesture, or encounter is a manifest image that points to something invisible, something we don’t yet know about ourselves and existence. And then our gaze, our sensing, become a bridge between the manifest and the unmanifest. The visible and the invisible. What a marvelous journey! But happiness asks for sharing, and so here, condensed into short writings, are some moments from my travels, some photographs of intense wonder. Nuances.
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