Today I sat in silence
Without music. Without podcasts. Without anything to do. Just the sound of the afternoon coming in through the window. At first it was uncomfortable. The…
Diario Vivo
Reflexiones, notas, silencios. Un cuaderno abierto.
The art of doing nothing
There is a Japanese word that has been with me these days: wabi-sabi. The beauty of the imperfect, of the incomplete, of what is alive…
The forest was always here
Sometimes we believe we need to go very far to find what we are looking for. But the forest — the real one — is…