She cries through her letters, aches in her lines, commas, and hyperboles. Her pencil is a tattered garment, gifting beautiful scraps of detail. She finds her victories and poetry in others, but never within her own heart. She blames the sky, the earth, and the thorns for her misalignments. Lost, she forgets her guide and her map. In her confusion, the small voice in the depths of her soul whispers of her losses. She burns the manual of well-being, of rules, all in the name of the rebellion of being. Rebirth is now just a word in the dictionary. Solitary, … Continue reading She and her Metaphor

Oh! May no one give me pious intentions, and nobody ask me for directions. May no one tell me, ‘Come here!’ My life is a storm that broke loose, a wave that rose, more than an atom that perked. I do not know where I go, nor do I know where I am going, but I know where my place is. In the chaos of existence, I find my solace not in the certainty of paths well-trodden, but in the boundless freedom of uncharted waters. Each gust of wind, each crashing wave, carries me closer to the essence of who … Continue reading May no one…

As you look back on your life, you’ll often realize that many of the moments you thought you were being rejected from something good, you were in fact being redirected to something better. In those instances of seeming loss, life was quietly paving a new path for you, one that would lead to greater joys and unexpected blessings. You can’t control everything. Sometimes, you just need to relax and have faith that things will work out. Embrace the flow of life with open arms, allowing its currents to guide you towards new horizons. Let go a little and just let … Continue reading Just Relax …

You think you know her, don’t you? Because you’ve seen her skin and touched her body. But tell me, have you ever delved deeper, beyond the surface of her flesh? Have you ever asked about the dreams that she chases, the ones that keep her up at night? Have you ever listened to the stories of her childhood, the moments that shaped her into the person she is today? You see, there’s so much more to her than meets the eye. Beneath the soft curves of her skin, there’s a soul that burns with passion and a heart that aches … Continue reading You don’t know her …

Je fais le vœu que 2025 soit une année riche en joies intenses et en bonheurs durables. Que chaque jour soit une symphonie de moments précieux et d’émotions sincères. Que les éclats de rire résonnent dans vos cœurs, et que chaque sourire soit un reflet de la paix intérieure et de la sérénité retrouvée. Que les douceurs de la vie se déploient comme des pétales de fleurs, embellissant chaque instant d’un amour profond et d’une gratitude infinie. Que les rêves s’épanouissent, portés par le souffle d’une nouvelle année pleine de promesses et d’espoirs. Puisse l’année 2025 vous envelopper de sa … Continue reading 2025

Sprinkle a generous portion of child-like wonder, that enchanting essence that opens our eyes to the magic woven into everyday life. Let it infuse our spirits with the joy of discovery, turning each day into a treasure trove of sweet surprises. Blend in a measure of fond appreciation for the people who grace our lives, each one a radiant presence akin to festive Christmas candles, casting their warm and gentle glow upon our hearts. Let their unique light illuminate the tapestry of our existence, reminding us of the beauty found in the diversity of human connections. Stir in a dollop … Continue reading In the recipe for Christmas all year long:

Look at your wrist, see the bluish veins? The blood flowing through them contains hemoglobin, a protein with four iron atoms woven into its very structure. Iron, forged only in the fiery hearts of dying stars, reminds us that our essence is intertwined with the cosmos. Each time you glimpse these delicate threads, remember that you are a masterpiece built from, and sustained by, stardust. This celestial inheritance pulses within you, a testament to the universe’s grand design. So, carry with you the knowledge that your very being is a symphony of stellar echoes, a living, breathing embodiment of the … Continue reading Stellar

The “white blindness” or the “tough skin” we call selfishness is, unfortunately, not just a reality from Saramago’s world. It lurks within each of us, at least in potential, ready to become evident and overwhelmingly vast in the blink of an eye, with all due apologies for the pun. Thus, if we feed the dark side of the heart, our eyes will cease to see beyond the confines of our own ego or navel. In our daily lives, this dormant selfishness can awaken at the slightest provocation, shading our vision and narrowing our world. It thrives on neglecting empathy, growing … Continue reading Keep your heart open …

In the dawn of a new year, I make a solemn vow. I pour out the contents of my cup, disavowing past resolutions and conditions that have weighed me down. Beneath the layers of memes, beliefs, and expectations, I seek the genuine “me,” hidden beneath life’s complications. Perhaps this self is not as flawed as I’ve been led to believe, if only I can excavate deeper and truly perceive. I yearn to strip away the layers, to peel back the veils and uncover the essence of “me” that time often conceals. To excavate the treasures buried within my soul’s keep … Continue reading New Year!

Like dry trees in winter, you look and think they are dead. Their branches are stark, lifeless silhouettes against the sky. Yet beneath the surface, hidden from view, life persists. My roots are firmly planted, not only because of those who helped me heal, nor those who will continue to heal me, but also because of my own strength to go on. In the quiet depths of the earth, my roots draw sustenance and resilience. Each day, I gather strength from the unseen, from the memories of past support and the promise of future growth. It is a testament to … Continue reading Dry Trees