This special Saturday morning, after 2 days off both school and work, the four of us did ride on our bikes to the train station at 9 am . We went on a train trip! We took the regional train and less than one hour later we were off at the Bologna main train station.
We walked around the city, we even listened to a couple of concerts, bought Bologna mortadella meats and cheeses, ate ice cream and tigelle breads, observed the wonderful palaces, smelled the incense of the churches. Finally ruttled back with our old and noisy train and got home happy! And well, if you really think'bout it...... actually ...... we have not done anything special! But the train ride was already a cause for celebration, as were all the gestures, new people, different situations we encountered. The children got excited just by saying, in the morning, "Hey, let's go on a train trip!" and they immediately got jumping like grasshoppers. Their happiness immediately infected us, giving the four of us a perfect day. And actually it was not a real perfect day; it was raining, the arches of the city were crowded, but all this did not affect the joy that the trip was giving us.
There is only one person who can say with certainty what makes you happy: yourself. I was happy because today I was visiting a beautiful city with my husband and my children. I was happy because I had explained to Leonardo the Bomb attack on the Bologna train station and he had understood, with questions about terrorism and politics. My Leo is growing and is learning to analyze what he has around. And that made me happy. I was glad to see my little Pietro who walked without complaint all around the city. I found myself laughing with my husband for a few weird things Pietro said and found myself thinking, "what a beautiful life." Just like that , without real reason. Leonardo's attention was cought by the figures of the homeless, I was pleasantly surprised when he told me: "It is a courageous choice that they made, deciding to live homeless and having to depend on the kindness of others.'re Not all the people are good. It takes courage!" What a nice thought, Leonardo, you have. Linear, positive, concrete, which knows how to find the value of people!Today, I'm so happy about the possibility 'that I have had in these days of living with my family, without the often frenetic rithms characterizing our weeks. I was happy with this pleasant break that I was given and the fact that my husband and children shared with me the same happiness. This train journey has been very well representing my personal concept of happiness: sharing with those who love my time and my thoughts, see the results of my efforts and and recognizing in others the values I respect. Happiness is a train trip
Risonanza Per Simpatia
Quando due strumenti a corda si trovano nella stessa stanza ed uno di questi viene fatto vibrare dall'esecutore, il secondo vibra "per simpatia" entrando in risonanza con il primo.La stessa cosa avviene tra le anime.
Resonance for simpathy
when two string instruments are in the same room and one of them is made to vibrate by the executor, the second vibrates in "simpathy" entering in resonance with the first. The same happens to souls
domenica 28 aprile 2013
sabato 27 aprile 2013
Felicità è una gita in treno
Questo sabato mattina speciale, in coda a 2 giorni di ferie, ci ha visti pedalare verso la stazione alle 9 del mattino felici e contenti. Siamo andati in gita! Abbiam preso il treno regionale ed in capo ad un'ora di sferragliamento siam scesi alla stazione di Bologna. Abbiam girato per la città, abbiamo assistito persino ad un paio di concerti, acquistato salumi e formaggi, mangiato il gelato e le tigelle, osservato i meravigliosi palazzi, annusato l'incenso delle chiese. Siam tornati a casa felicissimi! e pensare che......in realtà......non abbiam fatto nulla di speciale! Ma il viaggio in treno era già motivo di festa, come lo erano tutti i gesti, le persone nuove, diverse che abbiamo incontrato. Ai bimbi era bastato dire, al mattino: "Hey, andiamo in gita!" per vederli saltare euforici come cavallette. La loro felicità ci ha immediatamente contagiati, regalandoci una giornata perfetta. E dire che pioveva, i portici erano gremiti, ma tutto questo non ha assolutamente scalfito la gioia che la gita ci ha regalato. Esiste solo una persona che può con certezza dire cosa ti rende felice: te stesso. Io oggi ero felice perchè visitavo una bellissima città con mio marito ed i miei bimbi. Ero felice perchè avevo spiegato a Leonardo l'attentato alla stazione e lui lo aveva capito, facendomi domande sul terrorismo e sulla politica. il mio Leo sta crescendo e sta imparando ad analizzare cio' che gli è attorno. E questo mi rendeva felice. Gioivo del vedere Pietrino che camminava senza lamentarsi in lungo ed in largo per la città. Mi sono ritrovata a ridere con mio marito per qualche castronata detta dal piccolo e pensare: "che bella la vita". Così. senza un vero perchè. Leonardo era attiarato dalle figure dei senzatetto, mi ha piacevolmente stupito quando mi ha detto: " è un scelta coraggiosa quella che hanno fatto, decidendo di vivere senza casa e dovere dipendere dalla bontà degli altri. mica tutti sono buoni. Ci vuole coraggio!"Che bel pensiero, Leonardo, che hai. Lineare, positivo, concreto, che sa trovare il valore delle persone!
Io oggi sono stata felice della possibilita' che ho avuto in questi giorni di vivere la quotidianità con la mia famiglia, senza i ritmi spesso frenetici, sempre incalzanti che invece caratterizzano la nostra settimana. Ero felice grazie a questo piacevole break che mi ero regalata,e al fatto che marito e figli condividevano con me la stessa felicità. Questa gita in treno ha rappresentato benissimo il mio personale concetto di felicità: condividere con chi amo il mio tempo ed i miei pensieri, vedere i risultati dell impegno mio e degli altri e riconoscere negli altri valori che io sento miei.
Io oggi sono stata felice della possibilita' che ho avuto in questi giorni di vivere la quotidianità con la mia famiglia, senza i ritmi spesso frenetici, sempre incalzanti che invece caratterizzano la nostra settimana. Ero felice grazie a questo piacevole break che mi ero regalata,e al fatto che marito e figli condividevano con me la stessa felicità. Questa gita in treno ha rappresentato benissimo il mio personale concetto di felicità: condividere con chi amo il mio tempo ed i miei pensieri, vedere i risultati dell impegno mio e degli altri e riconoscere negli altri valori che io sento miei.
venerdì 19 aprile 2013
Life is a stream
I am becoming aware of the fact that life is a not succession of separate events, but rather 'a stream, a flow of events.The way in which we manage a relation with others goes to affect the reaction of those with others.The way we treat a person moves to the next and generally the latter will broadcast that energy to others that will meet. We live in a continuous flow of energy and these can be positive or negative. The flow in which we are in will be positive or negative depending on what we get from others. Whenever we get by others (or by ourselves, with the "famous" negative thoughts), negative influences, we can react keeping the negativity and spreading negative energy to others.This is what we do when, frustrated by the negativity that surrounds us we simply unload on others anger, disappointment, resentment, cruelty. Similarly, when we receive or produce negativity we can recognize and stop the process. Taking the awareness of the negative energy that we receive (or produce) we can move away (mentally, physically) and do not accept the negative emotional charge. In this way, we do interrupt a flow of negative energy. The Extreme mode that we can apply to maximize energy conversion from negative to positive is represented by FORGIVENESS.When we forgive someone for their mistakes put into circulation a 'wave of good feelings. In contrast, when we punish a toprto with our words and behavior We trigger a flow of feelings, negative energy.We are responsible for the positivity 'or negativity' around us.We choose to give a sign to the energies we live and put on others. Yesterday afternoon I attended the interview with my eldest (9 ys old) son' teachers. I found myself listening to a series of notes on the declining scholoar performance that did not catch me unprepared. In recent months Leonardo did everything to make it as little as possible at school! I was aware of this and even felt unarmed, because I kept on trying to motivate and help Leonardo in getting back on a good school track. I felt, however, attacked personally by the teachers. I was not talked about the decline in attention and / or commitment of the child but teachers also speculated that this was related to my job, my absence from his working homework routine. Ok; no news for me, actually. It's utterly clear that the teachers of my elest son do not appreciate my work commitment (of which, moreover, I have never spoken to them). But I still feel under attack when it is assumed that 1) my son does not need a mother who comeback home @ 7 pm, 2) children are like sponges, if a mother has commitments that distract 'em from giving love and attention they suffer and regress, as Leo is doing. All this excluding the possibility that my husband and I (because we are a BI-parental family) with different ways and times we follow (as we are able to) our children.
I do not agree these visions as they limit the maternal figure and its role.I listened the teachers trying to focus their point. I got this point: Leo began to be careless and does not want to commit as before. I focused on this point. I asked the teachers support in sustaining the child in getting back to a proper scholar attitude, assuring that WE (family) would have done the same and left the meeting. Returning home, driving my car, I decided that the sense of anger created by the judgment on my mum-capability just received would not be overturned on Leo.I mentally "greeted" the scene of the teachers who blamed me, forgived 'em for making me feel so judged and I dismissed the thought. I felt released as a burden left my lungs, I felt better. At home I brought Leo's attention on the effects of disengagement. I tried not discharge on him anger and frustration.He was already struggling with guilt and sorrow that made him cry. I pointed out how he was feeling sorry and bad at that time and I reminded him that he reached that state of mind by not engaging at school. I also did remember him how it felt good when he came home with good marks of which he was satisfied or when he learned new things to heppily share with others. And also in this case I reminded him doing what (studying) had obtained these nice results and pleasurable feelings.Leo suddently got reassured; I saw relief in his puffy face. It was clear from its facial expression that he got the impression to have found the key: "Mom: if I commit myself I go back to being happy."Life is a stream.
mercoledì 17 aprile 2013
La vita e' un flusso

domenica 14 aprile 2013
Which is the sound of happiness?

sabato 13 aprile 2013
che rumore fa la felicita'

sabato 6 aprile 2013
la condivisione fa crescere

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