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  • The setting of my story is one of beautiful simplicity. My Mother's parents lived in a self-sufficient farm deep in the country side of the state of Espirito Santo in Brazil. A lot of land, a lot of green, a river, a waterfall, no hard philosophy, just survival. They welcomed 11 children into the world and as any decent land Lord, they had a family of helpers living nearby to assist them with their daily chores. Not only did they help with the cooking, cleaning, babysitting, educating, caring for the animals and cultivating food, the Lady Helper, Jaci, also became my Grandmother's best friend and a second mother to my mother, aunties and uncles.

    Before my Nan passed away in 2002, she made sure that Jaci would not go lacking. She left her a small piece of land on the border of the farm before the farm got sold. There she would be able to bring up her own family, now getting bigger as her children have children of their own. Nobody questioned my Grandmother's will to help the one person that was always by her side; on the contrary, we couldn't have thought of a better way to say thank you for all the Love Jaci always had to share.

    This year I was able to go back to this magical place where I spent most of my school holidays, riding horses, swimming in the river and running on the land. I also visited Jaci and her children, and her children's children who have all grown up in the simplest ways and with a lot of love. I watched as the school bus arrived from its half an hour journey to deliver the kids home safely. I notice that one of the little girls didn't have any shoes on, and I wondered if she had shoes to wear in the first place. The answer came straight away as Jaci tells the girl of for not wearing her shoes yet again. The girl simply replied: 'I was playing barefoot in school and didn't bother putting my shoes back on'. That seemed funny to me at the time as I cannot imagine the reaction I'd get if I suddenly decided to make my journey home barefoot in the busy Central London.

    We then stopped to have a cup of coffee and a piece of cake that had just been baked. As we chatted, standing by the door, the dog started to bark very loudly and anxiously, we just couldn't see why. A minute or so later, the banana tree which was full with an enormous bunch of bananas fell with the heavy weight of the bananas across a small stream. This was then followed by Jaci's daughter who said: 'I should have known, the dog was barking to save the tree as the bananas were too heavy for it!' And how she came to that conclusion I wish one day to experience. The simplest yet amazingly strength that connects every single living being in that harmonious environment was just beyond my understanding. Watching it all happen in a few minutes right before my eyes.

    Someone once said to me, in Britain we know a lot, we read about everything. Nature, science, astronomy, astrology, the supernatural, conspiracies, just everything. We all have the capability to learn it, reading it in a book. But do we ever really live it? Searching is a very important tool in the development of our humanity. But sometimes it is nice to simply drop all questions and just be. Simply live that moment with our senses, our heart and our soul. No questions, no doubts, no worries. Just you. Just me. Just life.
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