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 …
Second week – One Year Challenge
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. …
Oxford
Oh, Oxford. You shaped the early stages of my adulthood. My second migration. My third language in which I now dream. The first years of my professional career. The steps one takes with the freedom that comes from financial independence. The routines. The trips around the world. An ambrosial world of light and darkness. The …
Happiness
The thing about happiness is that one does not necessarily find the time to write about it. One feels it, lets it overwhelm, and enjoys it while is there. Yet, one wants to write about it, to remember it, in case one forgets how it feels like, or, more importantly, its cause. And here's one …
About writing
Of course, the audience influences the way and what that one writes. This influence does not come because one tailors one's message to suit what the audience wants to hear. Instead, one writes with a specific audience in mind and therefore expresses the message one wants that audience to receive. It is a gift one …
Think again
Wow. What a trip we're all going through, right? Menudo viaje, colega. Governments stopping the world from its rush, our hasty stumbling through life, and finally, a moment to hear our thoughts. What, now? Nothing, silence. And hopefully, amid the noise our phones are still making, our caring duties to our loved ones, our illness, …
Fear
Fear protects our survival. It alerts us when we are at risk. But what if danger was what we learnt that home means? What if a home without danger is just a house, and what if we seek danger just to feel at home? What if, in that environment, escaping feels the most dangerous thing to do? …
G. Maria Bencich-Grigore 