The philosophy behind the Run Away Party

“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience, we are spiritual beings having a human experience.”                                                                                                     Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

That quote changed me. Not immediately though, but the sound of it pounded in my head for months… or years. I turned it around, analyzed it over and over, and in that process I changed, because my daily decisions changed.

If we are essentially spiritual beings, if that is our quintessential quality. If we are alive only for a short period of time, and this time is supposed to be used for growth, trough human experiences and material life. Why impair it? Why demonize the human condition? Why condemn others for their flaws? Why forbid living fully? Why avoid pleasurable experiences? Isn’t beauty food for the soul? Why did we understand that only suffering causes the spirit to grow?. Of course the enjoyment should be a generous, empathetic and compassionate one. There is no joy in injustice. True happiness only exists when it’s shared, understanding that is fundamental for fully experiencing. It’s about an honest joy, a fair joy, without  the  intention to harm or hurt. A joy that is a product of harmony and integration, a consequence of understanding that others happiness, is basic for mine too.

Suffering is a reality, is part of life. It’s inevitable. Good byes, physical pain, death, endings, are going to cause suffering to all of us. We don’t need to go looking for them. Pain will come and teach us all what we allow ourselves to learn. The spirit will enrich from that learning. Nobody doubts it. Fabricating suffering, I don’t understand.

Happiness will come too, will knock on our doors softly a few times per day. We will let them go, without inviting them to come in, because we have programmed ourselves to feel they are frivolous, banal and vane, and to value only suffering and sacrifice.  All that happiness lost forever….. Isn’t that a extreme case of vanity? Aren’t we lacking the necessary humility to accept that mundane and simple things are good for us? Are fear and guilt ruling our lifes? Isn’t that lack of love? For ourselves for starters… Aren’t we throwing away the divine gift of human experience?

If our spirits only get one chance. If being alive is an exception. If this is the only chance to understand how complex the human experience is, how difficult accepting our flaws, how humbling the failures, how brave the good byes, how fragile it all feels. How contradictory.  Shouldn’t we stop listening to that voice that is always interrupting?



Directed by: Emilio Martínez Lázaro




When ever I travel, try to read or see art from the place I am going to. It helps me understand the culture and tune into the local costumes, in general enhances my experience. Days before my trip to Basque Country saw this movie again.

Written with great sense of humor. Acted with the naturalness of great actors. Filmed in the beautiful scenery of Basque Country, which makes it really easy on the eye. All of it would have been enough to make this movie worth watching, but its merits go further. It deals with complex subjects like nationalism, terrorism and Spain regional differences, with a wise, loving and delicate sense of humor. Without being demeaning of the drama from this chapter of Spain’s history. Without being bias or taking sides, brings the subject to the table. Doesn’t judge, doesn’t point fingers. Doesn’t give lectures. Tells the dramatic story with respectful grace.

Highly recommended.

PS: the church that appears on the movie is Ermita de San Telmo

My First Recommendation Is…. Or, Can You Hear the Drums?


(No spoilers here, so keep reading)


Sort of a disclaimer: Nothing I recommend here, is done as a literary expert of any kind, just as a book lover and an avid reader. I do it, not only because it seems is going to be therapeutic for me (yes it will) but because I want to share with you my love for them, and perhaps get you to read them to.

It was hard to choose a first book to recommend. It felt a bit, like playing favorites, but finally went with: “ The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time” by Mark Haddon, because it’s not only a book but an experience. Currently been shown in New York and London as a play, with enormous success and great reviews. My suggestion is to read the book first and then –if possible– go see the play, which will also leave you speechless.

What I loved particularly about this book –other than the obvious merit of Mark Haddon to get inside the mind and write it as an autistic teenager would– was it’s simplicity and elegance. It was refreshing. I really enjoyed the fact that the writer did not need violence, sex or tragedies, to keep me interested and entertained until the end.

It is a great book for teenagers too.