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Girl finds precious gem in fishing village

It wasn’t the fish

 

 

So much focus on 

 

Wisdom, 

 

I stepped off the bus 

 

 

This fishing village 

 

Huelva 

 

Columbus himself 

 

$Sure, 

 

His methods: 

Don’t worry, 

 

Incoherence: 

 

We remain mostly unaware of 

 

The petrodollar 

 

Property Law 

 

The centre ceases to exist in our education 

 

There is no formula. 

 

Instead of delving into what lies at the centre 

 

Opinions  -

 

Ideology - 

 

Our conscious evolution 

 

 

A gentleman with a white beard approaches my bus stop 

 

He emerges. 

 

His name is Felix. 

 

Science holds on to the belief 

 

Normality: 

The need for certainty is a one way street 

 

Normality is the 

 

The advice from avuncular uncle 

 

$ There isn’t even a name

 

School shrugs its shoulders because it’s not in the curriculum.

 

Science refuses to fund it.

 

$ Our hearts and souls 

 

$ That is what transitioning is all about.

 

$ Sometimes it is good to keep those little insights 

 

$ What signals can look and feel like 

 

$ We are orientating to 

 

$ Surprising and wonderful synergies 

 

$ Wholeness will value the other point of view, 

 

$ If you ask to put stickers on your window saying 

 

$ ‘Which side is right?’ 

 

$ One values certainty. 

 

$ Learning about wholeness is to be found 

 

Felix was retired now. He used to teach Philosophy in Madrid. He was just walking back from the library. To my surprise, even with my minimal Spanish vocabulary, I could follow along with everything he was saying. Presently I even found myself pitching in, offering up my own views on Philosophy - In Spanish!

 

We turned the corner and arrived at a block of flats, the location encoded on my piece of paper.

 

A dismal tower of concrete and dark windows stood there, shoulders slouched. The sorriest looking facade on the second floor was my potential next home. Rags hung limply across a tiny balcony. Abandoned bits of bicycles and a broken mirror.

 

“Está sucio” he said. I nodded. It was dirty indeed.

 

$ It was time for Felix and I to part ways.

 

I asked if he’d like to be friends on Facebook. He doesn’t do social media.

 

How about texting? He doesn’t believe in that either.

 

He only communicates in the moment with whoever happens to be around, or if they turn up at his door.

 

For Felix Philosophy was not a ‘subject’ studied in books, 

 

Coherence: Felix chose to live a life 

 

I bid goodbye to Felix, 

 

I invite you now 

 

Does practising to respond fully in each moment count as a valid learning activity? 

 

The hand shake of Felix did bring me luck. 

 

This was to be my next home.

 

 

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