Soul

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, …

No-Yes

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 …

Fitness

"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 …

Adi Shakti

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 …

Pipeline

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 …

Bubble

Now, I want to talk about quitting. Lately, I allowed myself to observe the desire to abandon and fudge away from hard responsibilities. But to be honest, wanting to quit and avoid certain things, made me feel tons of emotions, and at the end, these internal devour connected me straight to the roots of buried fears. I …

Votes

During an open class of meditation, our teacher was openly talking about stars. About the quality we touch when we open to silence, to encounter, to gaze of our own nature. We have violence but also, we have the energy to route the damage we can cause to others, to Earth, to ourselves. I keep …

Do you see me?

By Claudia Gova Part 1 I had a dream. Where my classmates of theatre and I spent a class dancing all dressed in white. All seemed familiar and roomy, and I felt at the beginning very joyous, observing the group being buzzing. The teacher was in the middle of the group, and suddenly, she extended …

Water

By Claudia Gova Today a friend dedicated me a song. He said: "with the people I start to know deeply, I choose a song that reminds me of them". And this thing of him reminded me also a personal signature, I use to match images, characters, food or smells with people and circumstances. It's beautiful the …

Falling leaves

By Mon A. I ran away from sadness Hiding tears even from myself. "Crying isn't gonna fix anything"- a soft voice spoke I remembered to that woman in the mirror. And I started questioning...Why we are so mean to sadness? It isn't the reflection of weakness, is just the consolidation of the emotions with the circumstance. Sadness …