Surrendering to life: the art of hope and presence
The weight of expecting results This week, like so many others, life did not unfold as I had hoped. I felt frustrated, tired, and at times even overwhelmed, because the …
The weight of expecting results This week, like so many others, life did not unfold as I had hoped. I felt frustrated, tired, and at times even overwhelmed, because the …
The stardust in our veins When I truly stop and ask myself what exactly am I made of?, something within me grows quiet, as if the question itself is an …
The sacred pause under the sky This morning I took my dog to the park, and as he ran joyfully between the trees, I decided to do something I rarely …
The language of the heart Every heartbeat carries a story, a rhythm that speaks a language older than words, a language that both the body and mind understand deeply. When …
The quiet symphony of a rainy morning This morning, while I was holding my cup of coffee, the rain was falling steadily outside. The sound of the drops against the …
The invisible threshold of chosen suffering True faith is not proven in temples or carved into stone tablets, but revealed in the hidden decision to walk into suffering when it …
The sky as the mirror of the soul Last night, while walking through the park, I looked up at the sky and felt as if the universe itself was opening …
The human body as an ocean of vibration Every human being is, in essence, a vibrational field in constant movement, and when we begin to see ourselves in this way, …
A simple walk that becomes gratitude Every morning, I cross the street with my dog and step into the small park that lives in front of my home. At first …
The challenge of looking within Yesterday, lying in bed and alone with my thoughts, I realized something I had avoided for so long: the problem with trying to solve the …