Where are our wings, father? Why are we not a bird? It flies inside, daughter. And this is our greatest wish, though sometimes we do not even suspect it to be. Believing in wings is a justification for lamenting its absence and for this to remain where we are. Always flying inside. Our wings are not made of feathers, nor are they bound by earthly constraints. They are the dreams that lift us high above the mundane, the hopes that carry us through the storms of life. They are the aspirations that give us flight, even when our feet are … Continue reading Where are our wings, father?

La bienveillance, tel un doux rayon de soleil, caresse les cœurs endurcis et apaise les tourments de l’âme. Elle est une force invisible, mais puissante, qui tisse des liens invisibles entre les êtres, illuminant le chemin de ceux qui croisent sa lumière bienveillante. Elle est la graine de l’humanité, plantée dans le terreau fertile de la compassion, qui germe et fleurit en actes de gentillesse et de générosité. Elle est le baume qui guérit les blessures invisibles, le souffle qui ravive l’espoir dans les cœurs désenchantés. La bienveillance est une alchimie subtile, capable de transformer les égoïsmes en partages, les … Continue reading La bienveillance

In the quiet space where the universe and I met, I whispered my desire to grow. I offered myself as a vessel, ready to be shaped and molded. And so, the universe responded in a way only she could. She made me uncomfortable, stripping away all that was familiar, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. She taught me the art of silence, the necessity of letting go, the strength to move forward, and the courage to hold my ground. She urged me to embrace understanding, to fight for survival, to be assertive, and to love more deeply, yet with less naivety. … Continue reading The Universe and I

Dài, maledetto! Amore, dài, sii buono! Rimetti insieme le tessere della mia vita, per farmi essere quella che sono e che ancora non ho potuto essere. Come un puzzle spezzato, ho cercato di ricomporre i pezzi della mia esistenza, ma senza di te, mi manca sempre qualcosa. Ma tu, amore, sei la colla che tiene insieme i frammenti, sei la luce che illumina i miei passi, sei la forza che mi spinge avanti. Con te, posso finalmente essere me stessa, senza maschere o artifici, senza paura di essere giudicata o respinta. Dài, maledetto! Amore, dài, sii buono! Aiutami a trovare … Continue reading Dài, maledetto!

Within the depths of your soullies a wellspring of wisdom and strength, waiting to be tapped into. It is a place of infinite potential and boundless creativity, where the answers to life’s most pressing questions can be found. All it takes is the courage to look within and the willingness to listen to the whispers of your own heart. You are more than just flesh and bone. Your body is not a fragile temple, but a resilient forest, teeming with life and strength. It is a sanctuary of thick canopies of maple trees, standing tall and proud, and sweet-scented wildflowers, … Continue reading Listen to me, your body is not just a temple, your body is a forest

In the stillness of the night, when the world is asleep and the stars twinkle brightly, there are moments when insomnia takes hold, and the mind begins to wander. It is in these moments of reflection that we confront our deepest fears and our darkest thoughts. It takes courage to face these fears, to acknowledge the pain that lies within and to hold on to the strength that remains. For it is through this struggle that we emerge anew, with a greater understanding of ourselves and the world around us. As Yoda wisely said, “fear is the path to the … Continue reading Mr. Yoda

In the quiet recesses of your soul, hold these words like precious gems, each one a glimmering facet of the human experience. Quiescent, the essence of a soft-spoken soul, like a gentle breeze that whispers through the trees, carrying secrets in its hushed tones. Chimerical, a word that dances in the realm of imagination, where dreams take flight and the fanciful becomes reality in the mind’s eye. Listen closely, and you may hear the susurrus of nature, a soft rustling that speaks of the earth’s secrets, a symphony of whispers that tells stories untold. Embrace the raconteur, the master of … Continue reading Keep these words in your pocket …

In the chill of January 2015, the words echoed like a solemn decree, urging you to heed the call of finality. Believe them when they say it’s over, when the embers of hope have long since faded, and there’s nothing left to fight for. Resist the temptation to seek reasons to stay, to grasp at loopholes that have eluded even their own grasp. Just leave. Let go of what has already fallen, for trying to piece together shattered fragments will consume the rest of your days. Don’t plead or profess undying love, for your energy is better spent elsewhere, healing … Continue reading Just leave …

Take me to the heights of a distant mountain, where the world below fades into a distant memory. Are you afraid of the precipice, the possibility of falling into the unknown depths? Let the wind be your guide, the whispering voice of your conscience urging you to take that leap of faith. Unearth that dormant voice within you, the one that has slumbered for centuries, the very voice that breathed life into my existence. It reverberated through time like an echo in a cool, dark cave, resonating with the essence of creation. This same voice, a symphony of passion and … Continue reading Let the wind be your guide …

In the quiet moments of solitude, when the weight of the world settles upon your shoulders, it’s easy to feel the ache of a heart that beats to the rhythm of sacred love. You see the grand tapestry of existence, the interconnectedness of souls, and the boundless capacity for compassion. Yet, there are times when the love you hold within is restrained, aching to be shared but held back by the fear of misinterpretation. You long to express the depth of your affection, to extend a hand of understanding and empathy, but the world often misconstrues such gestures as neediness … Continue reading Quiet moments …