Gypsy souls, magic dust and life beyond the big 50.

It's been a long long long time since I last had a personal blog post. Personal as opposed to it being published in my website blog with preoccupation as to how it affects my brand image and the coherence of my image as a business. Because other than that, all my posts are personal to a level. I never write anything I don't feel, and why should I? The whole point of writing for me is communicating and one can only communicate through true feelings, anything else is nothing but an exercise of style.  It's funny to look back and realise how much have changed whilst at the same time so many other things remain in their essence. I am still a searcher of wonders, of true connections, of magic. I still get utterly frustrated in a world that chooses masks over flesh and bone. And albeit I, myself, carry and display my own masks, I have perfect awareness of what they are and why I use them and assume all responsibility for the choice of their use. In other words, I do not glamouriz...

Again and again, I pick myself up and carry on. Because that's life and life is beautiful. So I will do it one more time, and will forgive myself for being human.

Weird are the days when you realize that someone who was once meaninful to you is permanently disappearing into the shadows of indiference. Empty memories are like dance full of tecnique but without soul....they have no particular effect on you, apart from the oddness this lack of effect causes. Weird.

It's been a long time since I don't blog....and I am enjoying creating a whole new blog elsewhere :)

Materiality can be overwhelming, and not many people understand just how overwhelming it can be. I wish we had soft words and bright spirits, I wish we were able to pull each other up more consistently. I wish we could all take the necessary steps to make other happier. But we are only human, and all we're left with is the everyday trying. Grateful, so grateful to be alive and for the life I do have, still I sit here waiting for the courage to organize this space, this sanctuary, waiting soon, so very soon, for welcoming changes yet once again. Still, I wish we could feel the joy more consistently, how to bring the optimism into the soul of the pessimist? And I breathe, breathe deeply, and ask God or some unifying power to give me strenght. So much strenght is necessary to be sweet and kind, it can be so much easier to put our defenses up... I miss my special people, the ones who were always there and will always be, but phisically far away. I miss the sun and the long days. ...

Today, my heart sings!