Each of those hugs holds a different story…

        Each of those new encounters reveals a different world, a different life, a life unlike ours, unlike yours…

        If you have never had the opportunity to, for more than five seconds, observe those people - strangers in the crowd – waiting for their friends, their relatives, their loved ones, do not be afraid to notice, next time, the magic of the moment, of the place.

        We are talking about the arrival gates of an airport, one of those places in the world where we can clearly notice the huge presence of love.

        Invisible, nearly imperceptible, there it is, with all its sublimity.

        It is in the silent statement of a timid look. In the affable warmth of a tight hug. In the brief embarrassment while trying to find the right words to express it.

        In the three seconds prayer to the heavens – thanking God for taking care of the beloved one who comes back.

        Richard Curtis, who signs the cinematographic production called “Love actually” – translated in Brazil as “Simplesmente amor”, brings one of these scenes with a poetic and inspired view.

        The author offers, in the first and in the last scenes of the film, exactly the observation of the arrival gate of an airport, and of its beautiful spectacle representing the essence of love.

        One can then listen to the narrator in the first seconds, declaring that every time life presented itself as sad, plain, cruel, he would go to the airport to observe those gates, and there he would find “love everywhere.”

        His heart would then reach such peace and relief, realizing love still exists, and that there was still hope in the World.

        All this might seem far too “poetic” to the more practical people, indeed.

        Therefore, the best way to understand the situation proposed is to try the experience itself.

        We suggest that you make the experience of, for a few minutes, contemplating these scenes yourself, waiting for airplanes or other means of public transport.

        We propose a more analytic position to start with, with a touch of curiosity: “Which kind of connection do those people have?” – “For how long have not they seen each other?” – “Where are they coming from?”

        About other people, you might wonder: “What stories must they have to tell!” – “What will they tell first when they get off there?” “Is it about their family, about their trip, maybe about the waiting in another airport?”

        When noticing tears in some of the eyes, ask yourself: “Where do they come from?” – “For how long have they not met?” - “What happiness must those souls be feeling on that moment!”

        Finally, wonder:

        “For how long will that moment be engraved in their memories?” The moment of the reencounter…

        All that could take us to a final analogy, a new question: would not the Earth be a huge airport? Isn’t it a place where arrivals and departures do not stop, constantly and inevitably happening?

        Thinking about the arrival gates on Earth, we remember the babies, who we embrace as they are born with the same feeling of the people who wait for their beloved ones in an airport.

        We cry of joy, contemplating the beauty of a new life, and for many times, we cry because we are thankful for the opportunity of the reencounter.

        It is an old love who, sometimes, comes back into our house through reincarnation.

        Thinking now about the departure gates, we inevitably remember death, the farewell.

        But this feeling can also be a happy one!

        As the feeling of a mother or a father who says goodbye to a son who will soon embark to another country, to study or to work..

        They cry indeed, because they will miss their darling son, but the feeling which predominates in the parent’s good heart is of happiness for the opportunity he is receiving, as they are conscious that this is the best thing for him on that moment.

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        We live in Earth’s airport.

        Everyday, thousands arrive, and thousands leave.

        Arrivals and departures are unavoidable.

        What we can change is the way we look at them.

Spiritist Moment Team based on the chapter Os portões de
chegada, from the book: O que as águas não refletem,
by Andrey Chechelero.