Resonancias rupestres

En la montaña entramos en el registro de la tierra: sus ritmos, sonidos, ires y venires.  Se oyen pájaros cerca y lejos; sonidos que ni siquiera puedo determinar de quién son, pero los siento como de parientes cercanos saludando.   De repente, observo que todo tipo de seres empiezan a recorrer mi piel como parte de su territorio. Se desvanecen los límites: piel, roca, arbusto. Al final somos otro lugar más para que caminar y buscar alimento. Comemos y somos comidos en una permanente fiesta. El todo y las partes cobran sentido concreto. Pertenezco. Soy viento, humedad, sudor, roncha de mosquito, aliento de montaña.  

   19 de septiembre, 2024   Witnessing the magnitude and tremendous beauty of the live interpretation of Mahler’s  Resurrection  last week, I realized once again the ability that we have as a species to cooperate at very large scales and with great degrees of perfection in order to produce well-being, harmony and spiritual unity. The shared sensation of extasy and belonging that we all felt at the theater gave me hope again in humanity. Tapping in that kind of emotion, wherein we do not only rationally think about but actually experience this sense of loving connection with everything that exists—with ourselves, with the others, with the Earth— is at the end of the day what peacemaking should be about. Even amid the most astounding differences and hatred, there is a common ground; we just have to look for it with perseverance, patience and, as Lederach reminds us, lots of creativity. The underlying essence of the orchestra is precisely the   resonance ...