The loss of evaluation of the past gives us an immature present, without experience, with an improvisation without a basis.
It is only the search for benefit and profit -of very different qualities- that drive the dynamics of human relationship today.
The Prayerful Sense recalls and insists on us of any course of the great passing must remain, must have a healthy presence so that what is to come is received with clarity, is treated neatly, lived with dignity and with the novelty it deserves.
With that attitude, we will always be in permanent 'Renewal'. There will be no stagnant sedentary lifestyles and no hasty flight of the passer-by.
All of history… rather the "trajectory" of humanity, and of every human being has been guided, promoted and praised by the Creator Mystery,
That event should move us; because it is not something that has happened, but something that continues to happen. And without it, there would be no events.
The history -events- of... the being, is a transcendence between our nature and the Creator Mystery. And consequently it is a Love story. But a story of Love -as we have said- transcendent: that transcends time, space, place...
It is the image of the funnel, in which the narrow part is us, each one of us!, which is progressively expanding; as we live that loving experience, it expands generously, admirably!, into the states of consciousness of the Creative Mystery, of the Mystical.
So... so, when in love we feel daily life experiences, of a long or medium length, if we do not become part of that transcendent funnel, what we call "love" will be a fondness, a custom, a habit... lacking innovation, surprise, novelty, the endearing, the Mystical.
Yes, because when love turns into in a daily tag of war, arguing and approving..., and this dialectical handling -in the best of cases- of lie-truth, truth-lie, we are in a game of intellect, intellectual. Transcendence has vanished. To insist on this mechanism is to ensure a sedentary and persistent mania.
Yes, "mania", because one does not want to recognise what is happening and is afraid to take a step towards that Mystery.
We are called to be witnesses of that Eternal... -experiential and evident- Act of Loving. And our witness is the testimony we give, we make in our daily “Dawn with love".
May we be living funnels to give transcendence to every emotional feeling, to every moment enamoured.
Any creature, any living creature, if we look closely, will give us a testimony of that transcendent link, by its shape, by its activity, by its colour, by its development, by its mark... that it produces in us: from the flowing of a river, to the simplicity of a flower in a corner or... or the generous fruit of food... or the magnificence of the wind.
Can we consider perhaps -under the Sense of the Prayerful Call- events of snowfall, water, wind... as "simple meteorological phenomena”? Squalls...?
Or shall we give them transcendence, because it is an expression of our environment, which appears... regardless of our intention for it to occur? Although there will always be people saying that, given our activity, our industry, our pollution, etc., it occur... -etcetera-.
The sonorous message from the wind seems to want... -with the insistence and perseverance of the Creator Mystery- it seems to want to take away the excess, what is heavy, what is rough... and make us participants in the flight.
And so we incorporate the apparently "simply meteorological “to the prayerful. We do not deny that... "northerly winds have generated a squall": that language of... "knowing". Yes, but there is another language, another believing language, which is the one we have just hinted at.
If we want to aspire to the invisible consciousness of permanent love, which never sounds the same!, which always becomes different and distinct, we have to pass through the step of that enveloping wind. It is a sign!... so that we become subtle while strong!
Any bird, from a seagull to a sparrow hawk or a condor, let themselves be carried by the air currents, they do not fear for their capacity. It does not fall and make mistakes, because its link with Creation is accurate.
A slight gesture on a feather or on an aileron... modifies the climb, descent or glide... in an impeccable way!
When we get rid of the superfluous, of the heavily consuming, of our desires... we face Loving with all our senses... and nothing weighs us down.
To the extent that we take the transcendence -for example- of the wind, as the one that transports, carries us, as the one that gives us shapeless but moving language, to that extent we insert that experience into our daily affection. That will then be turned into a gentle caress, into a suitable word, into an attentive attitude, into a precise agility... or into a sigh; into a sigh of breath: the one that encourages us to follow the listening of the Eternal.
Our silence allows us to listen to the meaning, to... become impregnated with that language, which today is the wind, another day will be something else, and it is present every day: that enamoured rapture of the Creator Mystery with creatures, with all of them!, with each one in particular!
And thus, in the same way, without feelings of loss, doubts or indecision, the transcendence in Love, of each being, is being established with different categories...; with priorities that claim!... our testimony.
And thus, under the clear reference of the Creator Mystery, being witnesses of it, the passing of our presence will become a bliss, and adventure of conscious complaisance...; that, like water, does not disdain any space and adapts itself to it, but does not lose its identity.
 The wind is sounding intensely