• Stories of my life,  Working with Stuff

    What is the Point of Dreaming?

    Note: this was written at the very end of a difficult time of Extreme Emotions, after my first week visiting my parents in Buenos Aires, Argentina.   This much is true for me. Sometimes all you can do is hold on And when I say “sometimes” I mean, days, weeks, months, even years. Yes. Years. Some years all you can do is hold on. Without a plan. Without even any trust, for trust is a muscle and it grows slowly. Some years all you can do is hold on. Breathe. Practice. Stay as present as you can, processing as much as you can and not more. Being as kind to…