Don't contemplate too much the destination. As bumpy as it can get sometimes, try staying focused and present. Be grounded, aware of your body expressions, habits, surroundings and day to day experiences. Make up your mind to not care so much about the destination and simply enjoy the journey. What makes you you, is the … Continue reading What to do when you feel stuck
Sometimes, I had to crawl on my way up. Collapsing so many times, has diluted my spirit, my walk became clumsy. I tried to resume but my legs just wouldn't listen. Look, it is not going to be easy but you are going to make it. I just had to tell myself this and stay … Continue reading You are as happy as you want to be
I have become universal, longing for extraordinary, astonishment, fearing nothing else than a manipulative Self that can drive me to destruction. I strive to kill my Ego, to not be led by a wrecked mind and make the difference between what should be kept and what should be left. People want me predictable, obedient and … Continue reading Midnight blend
I smile. I leave. I look back. Follow the feathers brought by the September wind, see where my wing has been lost for my flight has now become a clumsy walk. I am missing from my sky; my angels are raining over the world thinking that I am astray forever. I am hearing horns calling … Continue reading What to do with a broken wing?
They’ve told me to bleed if I want to write good. They’ve told me that whatever truth I have, must be said loudly. How do I feel about that? I used to think that it’s like me getting undressed in front of a crowd of people, waiting for them to decide whether my body corresponds … Continue reading Is it the right thing to do?
Holding fire and flying over the hills … My burning desires as a child. None of them has happened. But the mystery of the flame has been left untouched, the beauty of the flying creatures has still no match. There are things that we should explore from faraway, and feel grateful while only contemplate their … Continue reading Do we really have to conquer it all ?
I would let my hand climb on the wavy, dark sky, point with the tip of my finger on little shimmers that would fall on my hair. Those velvet nights were the scenery of my childhood dreams, where I would swing to the Moon, and I would grab her hands and play her and thrill … Continue reading Swing to the Moon
I have met myself in the morning and I was this woman who laid down in a wild sun, under the wing of a tree, with a smell of poppy and corn tickling my nostrils . I miss home when the clouds and rains are missing from me. I miss home when the thunders are … Continue reading Who are you when you are not home ?