The third eye
And suddenly the third eye opened. Asleep for months, withdrew into silence, literally and figuratively. Bricks piled up one after the other to fill the hole,…
In the ring
I went on a jaunt for a month. A month I didn’t stop moving. A month that jostled every part of me, like a slow earthquake,…
Idealism
Sometimes, days are so dark, and news is so bad I don’t even dare writing them down, in fear that words could make them even more…
This morning
This morning, I woke up with the irresistible urge to live. And with it, joy. A wind of renewal blows on my life when at last…