dear friends of hive, today I want to talk to you about the smoke sacred to me of incense, a symbol of purity and mystery. often its smoke rises into the air forming figures, symbols, designs full of mystery

I like silence, sometimes I look for it, there are periods where silence becomes the only medicine. You have to have courage to be silent, it is much easier to turn on the radio or rv or listen to a piece

Dear friends of Hive At this time around May, I like to get out of the house and lose myself in the city. Early in the morning the still fresh air puts the turbocharger on my feet and I walk happily and

Friends of hive, This you see is a shamanic fan made of feathers, which I found in the meadows. It is used to direct the smoke of incense or sacred herbs to the person or objects for purification. Through

Friends of hive, I want to tell you about a beautiful emotion, on Easter Eve. I was walking barefoot by the sea, on the Ansedonia shore, precisely on the Tagliata beach, the cold water sometimes wet my

Friends of hive, I often go to the park near my house to do a little meditation, when I feel like it I do the "walking meditation" ..... the foot moves with awareness, almost in slow motion,

When you're in the mood for pampering and old-fashioned scents, there's nothing better than pasta 'alla carbonara'. Of course it is not dietetic, but every now and then you need it, it makes you happy.

One Sunday morning like many others, a walk towards Testaccio, a district of Rome, I usually look at the river Tiber, the buildings, catching some detail that has escaped over the years. Today, however,

friends of hive, At this time, which is not easy for us humans, between covids and wars, stress is on the rise. It happens to me that I feel detached from my centre, disassociated from myself, and this

Hello friends, A few years ago I had fun making small sacred objects, including the "Talking Stick". It is an object that is used in many Native American traditions, when a council meets, when

I loved colored pencils despite not being good at shapes and color, as a kid I was always going off the edges. However, I've always had a strong fondness for these colorful little woods. Even the classic

Dear friends, last Sunday, I tried to make gnocchi, I had a craving and so I did. I indicate the ingredients : For 4 people 1 kg of potatoes (yellow or red paste) 300g of flour 1 egg 250g of bacon 2 bay

When one is with oneself, one often travels through unknown worlds on the edge of memory where mind and brush together whirl in space finding shapes suggested by the silence of consciousness !( You descend

Melancholy doesn't like parties, It stings you alone, She holds you by her side, she gags you She's jealous of others, she doesn't like to talk. She is sinuous, fascinating, she follows you everywhere,

Dear friends, I want to let you know this little story. Last year in August I found myself alone in Rome and I must say that Rome in August becomes magical, Few people, you val mare in Ostia, pizza, some

Hello friends, I wanted to say a few words about fear, I had read very interesting posts. For me fear comes from not facing the inner void. I find that when it arrives I do everything I can not to face

Hello friends, for a few days my thoughts have been going to this photos, ​ I was reflecting on the many years spent together and how many times I forgot to treat it, to look at it to water it ​ ​ ​ never

Ojo de Dios Hello everyone, in November last year, I dedicated myself to the realization of the Ojo de Dios, in rainy afternoons I wove plots of colored threads, I enjoyed and relaxed. It is quite simple

Pasta and potatoes. Ingredients, for 2 people: 3oog of mixed pasta 60g of bacon 3 medium potatoes Half onion, 3 small stalks of celery, 2 carrots 200g of provola cheese. Hello friends, yesterday was a

In front of my eyes appears the lake of Molveno, I remain enraptured, in silence I look with reverence, respectful of such beauty. We are in Trentino Alto Adige, 40 km from Trento A continuous drizzle