Fear and Desire, I'm learning that both are coming together. Like a waterfall or as a flower blooming beside the hunger of the beast that also is alive and sharing the sacred space on the surface of the Earth. One year passed since my last entry, one year that vanished, one year that if I … Continue reading Step by step
What is needed to write? A good piece, a fine body of thoughts that can connect with others? It's a mystery? I have been since the weekend, falling down into little flu.I opened past Sunday this blog and took it back after a long break. Sorry, not sorry. I experience the stages of no compromise, … Continue reading Soul
This summer, at a party, a great game came into the scenario. The girls in charge of the meeting, propose that each of the guests could present themselves through music, speech, movement, etc. So by turns, the hosts picked a person from the reunion, to stand and show. The way they do it, made me … Continue reading No-Yes
What I want to do right now? I have been wondering-dreaming-experiencing-meditating, a lot of internal and psychological aspects of me. Busy? in this intimate part hell yes! I have been traveling into a stream of daily but surreal time. Like a strawberry jelly, I feel the day composed by my common activities but touched by … Continue reading DO?
Trouble: Hello I'm here to teach Michelle´s heart: let's feel and pour this situation Monkey mind: waaaaait! panic attack! anger! go go go nonono or yes? whats next? we want and then we drop the desire like rain, what we want comes and go sensations if they don't crystallize, they left bitterness I … Continue reading Opposition
in love sometimes, while I walk, a soft internal voice emerges yesterday this whisper placed a simple thought in my head the image of pleasure and regret I started wondering around the idea that we need balance I judge and saw myself situated on the satisfaction side whats wrong about that? you may point … Continue reading Drunk
You are the soul of the universe, and your name is Love - Rumi What a wonderful start. By thinking and feeling that phrase. I been living life. As simple and obvious as it sounds. These weeks I have been surfing through change. Fight, softness, anger and then surrender. Family encounters, lovers touch, procrastination, failure, … Continue reading Your name
"Sorry," I told to myself, to the people I failed this week, to my inner child, to life I wanted to escape from. While I watched the news, my heart kept pumping blood but emotionally it shrank. Fire, blood, tears, hate, discrimination, brutality, nonsense. ¿Are Newscasts the mirror of the world? I started the week … Continue reading Fitness
Are we divided? As a normal response to this question, someone could answer: "yeah, that's obvious, you are you and I am another living organism! duh!" Sometimes I ask myself why I express. Writing, talking, dancing, taking pictures of what I consider significant, tweeting, painting my face, posting on webs and media, drawing, acting... a spiral … Continue reading Individual
I'm awake and blessed. The window of my room reflects light and I salute the tree moved by the wind. Simple first breathings of the morning. The sheets whisper me the truth of the night. If they are sticky, I notice my body being pulled out of a war, no rest for my wicked path. But … Continue reading Adi Shakti
Part 2 I dream of you We were in a circle with a "choir" on a rectangular typical classroom but no benches. You, an actor, I, an apprentice. The whole group, a company of theatre. And know that I'm typing it, its funny that I came close to you, concern about your height- I'm a tall … Continue reading Do you see me?
Two days of retreat, inside a forest of silent trees caught astonished an asleep self a bridge asked me to remember Who I was? Who I am? The birds, the wind, the sound of the footsteps, the breathing, a mind full of beauty and damage, the river making noise... all was whispering and creating a … Continue reading Pipeline
When it rains, here in Barcelona, I remember my brother. I don't know if I talk in previous posts about Ayrton Senna, but is one of the heroes of my sibling. He admires his bravery on the race, his clear perception while taking risks and his rebel style. So when it rains I bring back what … Continue reading Let it rain