Diario Vivo

This week there is a new moon, and although I am not one for big rituals, I like to use these moments to look inward.…

There is a plant in the garden that only opens its flowers at dusk. All day it seems asleep, closed, offering nothing. And when the…

I love summer for a reason that almost no one says: its slowness. In August, the world seems to slow down. The streets are emptier,…

There is a trail I walk often that has lately been full of stones. The last rain brought them, I suppose. They are not big,…

The other day a client told me, in tears, that no one had truly hugged her in years. I do not mean one of those…

I have been thinking about the things we sow that no one is going to see. The seeds that do not bloom in the season…

I spent a while by the park pond and what struck me was how still the water was. So still that it reflected everything: the…

Yesterday I was in the countryside and, instead of looking at the landscape, I dedicated myself to listening to it. It is a completely different…

Tonight I went to bed early, without resisting, and I thought about how brave it is to sleep. Because sleep is, deep down, letting go…

We are in the middle of summer and I have realised that the longest day of the year passed without me celebrating it. In other…