In English
It was a strangely warm late afternoon on a winter Sunday. I could hear the festive din of the children in the neighboring apartment and the dogs barking in the distance. However, nothing seemed to fill the emptiness of the living room, and I felt tired, lost and alone, murmuring in tears my surrender to… Continue reading The Delicate Simplicity of Being
My eyes close, and in this internal landscape of mine, the sun announces its arrival with a light that caresses the sky and covers the sea with the gold of countless tiny sequins. I hear the laughter of the angels as the waves play with the rocks of the bay, and their delicate whispers as… Continue reading Spinner of a Love
One day, I went for a walk through the streets of the city where I live. Life seemed to stretch out on that sunny afternoon. I was already far from home when heard the sound of children in the distance. The uproar increased as I approached a kindergarten yard. Children screamed as they moved frantically,… Continue reading Through the Gardens of Gaia
Some time ago, I participated in a guided online experience in which I had a visualization that still remains alive on me. My wish, then, was to receive guidance on how to flow in the world, along with people. Here's the visualization: “I was in a green forest, in a small clearing where a spring… Continue reading The Pond
The September winds brought rain, watering the land, washing the roofs and my soul too, and, along with the birdsong and the grass sprouts, my inner child returned. My heart was filled with joy, for it was me returning home. My child arrived waking me up in flashes, asking me to look, to look at… Continue reading The Awakening of the Child III
The September winds brought rain, watering the land, washing the roofs and my soul too, and, along with the birdsong and the grass sprouts, my inner child returned. My heart was filled with joy, for it was me returning home. My child arrived waking me up in flashes, asking me to look, to look at… Continue reading The Awakening of the Child II
The September winds brought rain, watering the land, washing the roofs and my soul too, and, along with the birdsong and the grass sprouts, my inner child returned. My heart was filled with joy, for it was me returning home. My child arrived waking me up in flashes, asking me to look, to look at… Continue reading The Awakening of the Child I
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