What I love about Nature, among the infinite other reasons, it’s the absence of the concept of drama, injustice or waist. Everything that happens it does for a reason and energy and matter get continuously transformed, regenerated and recycled, without expectation, projections or delay. Interactions between animals are just results of instinct and deep connection to themselves and their needs, there is no manipulation or bullshit behind their actions.

From Nature I like to learn and get inspired continuously as she is, in my opinion, the best and most beautiful teacher, endlessly sharing gems of wisdom, humility and resilience.

One of my favourite stories speaks about a Japanese Gingko Biloba, specifically one that was born in Hiroshima.

When the city got destroyed by the atomic bomb during World War, they say obviously everything got turned into ashes. Yet there was one green sprout that after sometimes found its way out of them: that was the Gingko, regenerating itself out of the limitless potential of its energy.

When I read this story I got really touched, realising the incredible amount of power and miraculous force contained in this plant.

Gingko’s properties are known as a very rich supplement helping memory and restoring health into the human brain. It is one of the most ancient existing trees, with the highest level of life force and I find the shape of its leaves absolutely mesmerising, I could never get tired of staring at them, I’ve been doing it for a decade now and every time I get more fascinated and inspired by them.

This surviving Gingko is to me symbol of the endless hope for life and capacity of renewal and rebirth Nature teaches us just beautifully being herself.

This magical story finds the closure of its circle when in February I happened to go to Hiroshima and my mom decided to visit the botanical zen garden, where with immense, surprising (yet not so surprising!) synchronicity I finally met my old good friend: “that” survived Gingko, just the one I had read about 13 years before and whose story deeply encouraged and somehow motivated me during, at that time, my starting Yogic journey through Southeast Asia.

May we embody the endless ability to go back to our best shape over and over again, accepting cycles, seasons, highs and lows, without taking anything on a personal level, with no attachment, having patience, faith and resilience guiding our way home to ourselves.