• 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…

  • Live under the New Rules,  Stories of my life

    Tiny Miracle

    Exactly one week ago today, a “Tiny Miracle” took place. It got me thinking about miracles… I’ve always wanted miracles in my life. Always, always. Ever since I was small. I don’t know why. I suppose I wanted the Universe to show up and give me proof that it was on my side. That I wasn’t all alone. That I wasn’t doomed to suffer for all eternity. I wanted proof that the Universe didn’t hate me. It feels like what happened last week was a tiny miracle. I can’t describe it in any other way. I don’t know how it happened. I cannot think what I have done differently for…