*** Several years ago, my Argentinian friend offered me a book, without saying anything but with a special light in her eyes. Twenty years have passed and « Women who run with the wolves » by Clarissa Pinkola Estés is still on my night table. Tonight, while opening it casually, it offered me this timely sentence: « I know many writers who keep a sentence posted over their desk, and a woman who has written it on a piece of paper that she keeps folded in […]
*** In three days, it will be 6 months. Half a year. My first birthday and Gabriele’s have gone by without your phone call. And the first summer without seeing you, without you telling me how you enjoyed the images I sent you. Winter will be here soon and it will bring your birthday with it, the first where I won’t get the chance to ask myself what would make you happy. And the first Christmas without going present […]
*** There is a time of calendars, fixed and immutable. The time invented by man and his watches. There is a rubber-band time that goes faster or slower, depending on whether we’re happy or not. And there is a secret, unfathomable time. An invisible clock that synchronizes the seasons of every living being that is born, lives and one day, dies. Marveling at how these times click in different ways as we run about in a frantic way while the tiniest leafs […]
*** There is light, there are shadows. There’s a time for thinking over, evaluating, getting ready. A time for waiting, that might seem neverending and useless. But it never is. Because every time, a day comes when you wake up and it’s time for action. For actually seeing yourself doing the very thing you had geared up for for so long. So long without anything happening that you were almost loosing the faith. And there it comes, that day. And when […]
*** As things change so fast and inevitably, it would be nice, to have a special place where all the memories and flavors and smells of our life which are beginning to fade away would be safely stored. On hand, for whenever we feel the need. The emotions raging when we were teens wanting to change the world, with headphones hanging from our neck, hours spent on our secret diary or chatting on the phone as if our lives depended […]
*** There are days like this, when tiny delights pile up, one after the other, as if placed by some friendly hand from above. Then, there’s really no other wise choice that to lean in and ride the joy wave. Don’t you think?