Isn’t it wonderful, and a little bit sad, how music can bring two people together and, in a matter of moments, have them embrace, connect, unite, only to let go again, as soon as the music ends. Isn’t it beautiful, and a little bit mad, how just one dance can leave a mark on one’s…
Well over a year ago, I was walking around Tapada das Necessidades. Peacocks live there, and a little girl had collected beautiful long peacock feathers that had somehow left their owner(s). As I was about to cross her and her dad, she just casually handed me a peacock feather. “Para ti,” she said. Or something…
Every day, I share one or more Little Things that brought my joy as an Instagram story on my personal account. On Day 187 of doing this, the little thing of that day turned out to be the following text: Nothing bad happened today, Neither did anything particularly good. Nothing went wrong, Neither did…
Someone asked: What are you most proud of? What is something big that you’ve achieved? I thought of changes I’ve made, things I’ve built, things I’ve let go. Then I realized, of all the things I’ve done, what I’m most proud of, is the person I continue to become.
My opinion on this has changed a bit since I wrote this. Perhaps, that’s a story for a future piece. There is this quote that goes around Instagram. It comes down to: “The only one who is going to save you, is you.” I used to find that disheartening because I knew that it was…
Hold close, Those who sit by your side as you break down and cry. Those who hug you while saying “It’s ok. Let it out.” Those who hold space for all of you. Hold close, Those who ask about that thing you have going on. Those who motivate you and support your dreams. Those who…
We are self-centered storytellers trying to be truth-seekers. It’s our way of giving meaning to things. Someone having a bad day happens to look at us a certain way, and we tell ourselves a story about it. Someone needing affection comes to us for a hug, looking for connection, so we tell ourselves a story…
Love comes in many shapes. Smooth as a circle, pointy as a star. It comes in cubes, in bars, in sheets thinner than paper. In big, bouncy balls and as tall as a skyscraper. When you’re full of love, it needs somewhere to go, to flow out of your heart into all the forms you…
We dive into emotions, they jump into swimming pools. We’re trying to change our patterns, they talk about sports and business rules. We’re uncovering our trauma, They throw the sheets off one-night stands. We’re building a community, while they keep moving between lands. We’re seeking a connection, that goes deeper than some physical touch. They’re…