It was wintertime in the south of Spain when we had a workshop on Nature Observation. The beautiful farmland spanned 45 ha of land and was surrounded by mountains. There were plenty of oak trees, fruit trees and bushes in the hills that rose from the riverside.

Dreamy scenery of enchanting buildings in which to eat, work, sleep,... .The owner in fact dreamt how to build each house and they were subsequently crafted with exquisite artistry and style. The whole landscape is fit to nourish human awakening and to nurse the process.

It was late when we arrived so we had no time to talk to anybody from the place or to wander around. We therefore went directly into a state of conscious communication that was to last at least for the next two days.

I remember how amazing it was every time my mother walked by a fruit tree. There'd be a flurry of lights and colours, and the air would become filled with luminescence and celebration. I was then in my cradle –those first times I was aware of this- and I could not open my eyes wide enough to take in the whole scene. I remember my eyes glittering in the rays of light that shone in resonance, and my arms and legs dancing around.

Yes, I say 'I remember', it actually is a spontaneous evocation. We don't need to store these images, or punch in a pin to retrieve them from a so-called 'memory bank'. The past is present and alive in our inner world when we are referring to meetings with Life itself. It is not symbolic, it is real: it is present and alive. Only living memories can drive you to knowing Life. Only encounters full of truth can reset the memory of life.

Once you have experienced something like that, no matter the difficulties you may be confronted with; you will always try to find it again. Like the surfer who has traveled through the tube of a curled wave will travel the whole world searching to experience that wonder again, I have never stopped looking for that glow.


Rarely Asked Questions

Regarding nature spirits

Why Spirits? The word spirit comes from the Latin word "Re-Spirare" which means, "to breathe". To breathe implies to be in and out of one's own body in a rhythmical way.

I might call them "faces of trees" as they are referred to in the title of my first book (A book about the faces of trees, plants and shrubs). This is a partial description of reality.

Yes, features that are similar in appearance to what we naturally expect on a face appear on trees and other plants. You can find and photograph them, and so they can be accepted as materially real, if you so wish.

ELA´s patients' residence

Very often I reach my limits and realize how much I could grow if I had the strength and the nourishment. This happened in particular on a visit to a hospital where patients slowly stopped being able to move or participate in the life of their own body. In this environment I felt inwardly excited and wanted to reach to the edge of the abyss I perceived as mighty. I wanted to have a look, to call them back. But then I realized, once more, that whatever I wanted to do was 'overdoing', it was 'overreacting'.

The meeting room was filled with more than 30 wheelchairs and a group of nurses and caregivers waiting to greet me. The hospital had been difficult to find, and so it was immediately time for me to go up onto stage. By the time I got onto the topic of Nature Observation, and the inner garden that exists in us all, and had begun to show pictures as examples, I felt that there were no longer wheelchairs in the room. What I saw instead were souls recognizing so perfectly what I was talking about that I became the least informed of all.

It was a morning Observation Experience with a 9-year-old class group.

The teacher was eager to learn and her pupils followed her example with pleasure. Two hours of preparation in the classroom was followed by observations in the garden.

The morning went smoothly, owing also to the children and adults.

It was in a forgotten place, in springtime.

A woman in her forties arrived late and very nervous to our first day of Observation. Some years before she had had an accident with a 30-ton tree, 30 metres long, which fell upon the bus stop she was waiting at.

She heard the noise and jumped to hug a beautiful woman in red who had suddenly appeared next her. Where they stood was the only place that the crash of the tree did not flatten the structure to the ground. The woman in red never reappeared. And when our woman was admitted to a hospital to have a resulting leg-wound tended to, she asked the police and her family members to find that mysterious woman, but there were no signs of her whatsoever.