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return to everyday life
Aug 282015

return to everyday life

Undo your bags, those that were filled with light expectations and desires. Undo your bags, which now bring a little more worn out and a little dirtier clothes, after walking new places, crossing by new people. Breathe deep gratitude for what you have lived in the time you’ve been away from your everyday life. All that, yes, eating and sleeping a lot and at odd times, deeping into the sea or walking new paths or streets, doing things you normally do not do and that make you feel so well, even those excesses that precisely because we do not do every day, you feel rather as if you can conquer a small freedom.

Undo your bags, replace your things and fill your daily life with this simple relaxation, with that carefree wandering. Go back to your home, make it yours again, redecorate it with moments of deep breathing, laughter while drinking beer, the lovely meetings with friends and those anecdotes that in the distance become nice. You will find that putting your holiday by bits in different corners of your house, your protected space, the return makes you feel happy. And if not, perhaps it is time to start thinking about doing occasional repair work or even move out.

summer therapy is called holidays
Jul 012015

summer therapy is called holidays

Humans have a tendency to accumulate. We accumulate things, knowledge, money, affection, belongings, experiences … and also fatigue. When summer comes, the end of the school year, we have on our backs many hours of work, conflicts, and efforts to solve several problems. oh dear! Often we ignore our needs and our limits. We can’t cope with our lives. Perhaps it is then when holidays can offer more than just a break. They can be our self-therapy, the time we need to connect with ourselves, to realize how we take care (or neglect) ourselves, time to become aware of whether our life is the life we want. And so, be able to decide to act with us, taking responsibility for what we live, giving value and space to all what really makes us rejoice to be alive.

The wound and the tourniquet
Feb 042015

The wound and the tourniquet

When the soul hurts, when it hurts to live, we start our self-protection mechanisms that allow us to “survive the pain.” The therapeutic process is a fragile balance between looking back at the wound and hold the pain. Therefore, the deep healing process is not done in one day. So enter the wound requires tact. Skipping all barriers of protection can be impossible to sustain and we can fall under thrauma again. However, staying in the barrier serves as a patch, but does not help us to understand ourselves in depth and to love oneself completely, also with our pain. Our mechanisms of personality are what a tourniquet is in a wound: when the wound bleeds the tourniquet has to be tighten, it can save a life. But to heal the wound, the tourniquet has to loosen, the wound needs to be looked at, cleaned -though it hurts- and treatment to be applied for blood to circulate again, for life to flow.

2015
Jan 092015

2015

We begin a new year. One moment, like any other, to take stock. Since this minimum space within the boundless cyberspace, since this therapeutic space for growing, I wish-and I wish you, who read these lines, we meet this year, one way or another. And that that meeting is, for you and for me as well -and for others- an experience that makes us feel more alive and complet, proud to be who we are: every day a little more ourselves.

if I knew
Nov 062014

if I knew

If I knew where sadness or anxiety comes, if I knew … I do not know, and I’m tempted to deny it. And yet it is there, sometimes. Perhaps this is an echo of an ancient past that memory erases or hides, it is perhaps a whisper of the present, so vast, so multifaceted, so interconnected … perhaps an intuition of the future which not yet here, it is moving. I will pursue a reason, with the powerful mind and be useless. For within no time, the boundary between real and imagined vanishes, Then, humbly, just resting, waiting, looking out the window the automn, and watching without seeing the invisible, just to feel and let be what is, the way it is.

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