Cuando yo escribía, todavía no había empezado a vivir. Ahora que vivo, desde hace década y media, qué rápida va la vida, Qué poco da para la letra. Gano experiencia, pero pierdo mi vocabulario. Gano un idioma y otros muchos que persigo - siempre esta sed disparatada de saber la lengua de los otros, de …
What a ride. I am wrestling internally with my struggle to just sing. Some days, I do my singing exercises. Some days, I sing. But not every day. And not as much as I’d like to. And here’s the thing—I don’t know why. I explore this in my journaling, but I still feel like I’m not getting …
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What's singing, if not the desire to affect your listener on the deepest level? The longing to express a feeling so profoundly that the Other gets goosebumps, or cries, or smiles with melancholia? A voice so powerful it feels as though it could move mountains. Perhaps that is why I love singing. Perhaps it is because …
This week, I sang! Following Cameron's The Artist's Way, this week was about recovering a sense of identity. Every day, I write in my journal - religiously. It is not always the first thing I do in the morning, though I try to make it so. Sometimes, the cats are the first to claim priority. …
The first few days of January have flown by. I started the 12-week course The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron last week. The two most important parts of this method are the morning pages—writing three pages each day, first thing in the morning, with any thoughts that may populate your mind—and the artist's date: a date with …
For how long can one avoid their dreams? For me, it has been 32 years, nearly 33; a few uni degrees, a 9-year career in something I, deep down, did not feel proud of. Burnout, complete lack of motivation, rampant procrastination, sleeping as a way of escapism. The story I had told myself for years …
¿Qué es una vida bien vivida? Recuerdo ser ésta una de las primeras preguntas filosóficas que nos hicimos allá a la intemperie de nuestra adolescencia, cuando todavía no entendíamos bien, bien, qué era o para qué servía la filosofía.
We treat others the way we treat ourselves. Perhaps, the focus can shift from "don't treat others the way you wouldn't want to be treated yourself" to "don't treat yourself the way you wouldn't treat others". Maybe, the care of the self, learning how to do that better, and by that I mean going towards …
There was something unsustainable about life the way it was. There was that pressing feeling that a change was needed, and soon. In other ages, or just in different geographies, that may have meant a war approaching. One grasped it at the individual level, and formed the irrational belief that, after a year of continuous …
Borges wrote that one does not belong to a country or a nation. One belongs to their neighbours, their friends, their family. I cannot remember where he said this or how he said it. I've tried finding the reference, and I encountered no luck. Borges would have said that, nonetheless. From all the people I've …
G. Maria Bencich-Grigore 