Graziella Magherini, psychiatrist, observed and described over 100 Stendhal Syndrome cases among tourists and visitors in Florence, the...
Dear friends, This week’s thought is a brief one. It’s an old Sufi tale and it goes like this: “A genie got out of his lamp and said to a...
This autumn has been full of journeys. I’m coming back to my town, to Barcelona. At the airport, as always when I land, I’m amazed at the...
I see the trees getting naked, as every year, and give their leaves to the soil, which fall down in random swings that are purely...
The hands of our elder make me so emotional. I can read in them all the years that have passed by, the marks of time. In each row, it seems to be...
Sunday morning. And I fancy a coffee at the local bar. A small bar, a rustic one, which smells of summer domino, of coffee and sandwiches, and of...
Autumn is coming in, and the leaves will fall in the beech forest, and it will turn bare, shedding them into a thick layer of humus, its...
Khalil Gibran wrote one of the most beautiful poems ever written about children. I quote a fragment of it here, a couple of verses, from memory...
I like being up in the clouds. Yes, I do. Once in a while, absent-mindedly, meditating, thinking, threading ideas together, my imagination...