Astro Fonda

How is a tree built? Its leaves absorb carbon dioxide (CO2) from the air. Then these CO2 molecules are broken down into carbon (C) and oxygen (O2). The tree keeps the carbon and releases the oxygen back into the atmosphere. By mixing the carbon with water and a few minerals from the earth, it creates […]

From here, I write to you today. I arrived to Madrid in the early hours of Saturday the 13th. That same day was the engagement party of my little sister, Cris, who is getting married soon. After sleeping badly for a few hours, I stumbled out of the room like a zombie from the grave,

Last week, I spoke with a friend who also runs a newsletter called Capuchina. We both started our projects around the same time, so now, about six months later, we had a conversation about the challenges we had faced so far. I shared an idea with her that I discovered on another blog, ricosylibres.com, which

“I can be hurt by nothing but my thoughts.” Lesson 281, A Course In Miracles A few months ago, I decided to record a string quartet for my song “Todo al Blanco.” The mission was, on one hand, to compose the arrangement and write the sheet music, and on the other, to find two violinists,

I was going to go for a walk, but when I looked outside, I saw that the sky was very gloomy. Now a deluge is falling so hard that Serefé, the oak on the other side of the window, is shouting “Good heavens!” while its branches wave wildly under the lashes of the water. A

I return to the image used by Jesus about the vineyard: He is the vine, and God is the gardener. We are the branches of the vine. The Gardener removes the branches that do not bear fruit, and those that do bear fruit He prunes so that they bear more fruit. Walt Whitman also said

My letter today talks about this poem, how I wrote it, and some reflections on the creative process and inspiration. I’m sharing it again because it’s always good to read a poem a couple of times. But, if you’re not in the mood, the letter is at the end! Song to the Dark Light PART

Song to the Dark Light PART I In his Song to the Dark Light, Melas,The imaginary poet, describesThe tragic existence of sorrows:Their lives unfold in the imaginationOf innocent creaturesWho have been deceived, lured,And finally consumed by Shadow. Where there once was a hare,A child, a dream, or an affectionNow only a specter remainsAn ominous presence

Here’s another modern analogy: our mind is like a computer. On one hand, there’s the hardware: the CPU, the screen, the memories… On the other hand, there’s the software, meaning all the programs installed on the hardware. The hardware is what the computer really is, and the software determines what one can do with the

“Imagination is the door through which disease as well as healing enters. Disbelieve in the reality of sickness even when you are ill; an unrecognized visitor will flee!” – Paramhansa Yogananda Conventional medicine is very effective in terms of diagnosis, but not so much when it comes to actual healing. This letter is for all