The weight I let go
The other day I realised I had been carrying something that was not mine for weeks. It was not a conscious decision. It was one…
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My grandmother’s hands
Today I kneaded bread and, suddenly, I looked at my hands and thought of hers. Hers were always doing something: kneading, sewing, pulling weeds, caressing.…
Permission for grey days
Today the sky is grey and I have decided not to fight it. For a long time I demanded that I be fine all the…
The caress of water
This afternoon I put my hands in the cold water of the sink and stayed a moment longer than necessary. I cannot explain it well.…
The river is in no hurry
There is a river near my home where I go when I need to remember how to move forward without forcing it. I watch it…
What the fig tree taught me
There is a fig tree in the garden that I have been watching for months. In winter it looked dead. Bare branches, grey bark, nothing…
What the body whispers
This morning, while making tea, I noticed my shoulders were up near my ears. Without realising it. Without being stressed about anything in particular. The…
The light that lengthens
The days stretch like a cat in the sun. It was getting dark late and I was still on the terrace, not wanting to turn…
The moon and letting go
Waning moon. Time to let go. I do not know exactly what I need to release today, but something in my chest tells me I…
Hands also remember
Today, giving a massage, I noticed something. The hands of the person on the table relaxed in a way that had not happened before. As…