Mindfully Blooming

All things have their time. All things have their answers. All things have their right to be. Accepting this reality, all things come into harmony.  Brahma Kumaris The moment I read this, I thought 'yes!' How not to smile when encountering such reassurance and having the opportunity to let go, even if just a bit? Once I remembered something that had been dormant in me, I felt completely liberated and free to trust the universe. A weight was lifted off my shoulders and I could embrace life as it was. My older self now knows that every experience I encounter is meant for me to learn whatever I have to learn at that point in time. If I elude that, if I decide that I do not want to face that lesson, then the universe will kindly present me with growth again, the lesson to be learn will keep manifesting in my life until I welcome it and evolve.  Time and time again, the universe has kept sending me tests in views of my unconscious unwillingness to truly learn that love is al...

I am unique. And so are you. There is no other being like me as there is no other being like you. I am not talking from an egocentric perspective but from a self-appreciation understanding. I learnt that self-love is far from selfishness and, together with self-respect, it is a key pillar in our wellbeing and thriving. I write because it helps me, writing things down, or verbalising them, helps me process every running thought I have in my mind. Writing is liberating and has helped me massively since I took up the practice of journaling almost 7 years ago now. When I was younger -a child and then in my teenage years- I used to write but it would be sporadically. Nevertheless, since I committedly put pen to paper in August 2013, I experienced things through a different lens: I would live things in 'real' life and then I would write them down to either cherish a happy moment, get rid of some frustration or make sense of what had happened.  All the things I write about on th...

Being in nature is something that has always helped me massively -mainly since I had to make sense of a new reality back in 2014. Nature is my altar, my refuge, my haven; the place where I find myself and connect to the source of who I really am. In nature, I marvel at the sights, the sounds, the smells, the colours...I embrace myself, I breathe deeply, I make sense of the world inside and around me and get clarity. Nature has been one of my closest and dearest therapists and teachers and it has shown me that everything has a time of its own.  Nature does not rush yet it evolves, shifts, matures, blooms; it grows incessantly and graciously. Nature is. It just is. Nature neither tries nor shows off, it just flows and exists giving its magnitude, magic and beauty to us every day. I believe it is one of our greatest teachers.   While contemplating the beautiful and tranquil view in Guards Club Park one February day years ago, I wrote the following reflection on...

There was a before and after: life as I knew it and experienced it until then was no longer. Everything changed one June evening with a hunch before going to bed, I felt something in the pit of my stomach but dismissed it and fell asleep. Hours later I would receive a phone call from Argentina that would change my world and, eventually, my understanding of everything. It would change my approach to life and my perception of the finity of human existence as well as its beauty, its frailty, its magnitude, its awesomeness, its mysteries, its depth...Everything I thought I knew until then, changed in a split second. The phone rang. I woke up. Day and night. That was the moment I said goodbye to life as I had known it. Life as a family of six, life with threee brothers.  I remember my dear friend Stefania driving my brother Juan - living in France at the time-   and me to Heathrow airport and just as we were parking outside its drop-off lane, we got a phone call that broke me t...

You are the antidote to my crying chest, You make me calm and ease the pains. You are a soothing balm to my rushing mind, You put at rest the crushing blinds. You help me be here, now. You awaken deep desire in me, You feed my bubbling curiosity. You stimulate me in every way, You never let me fade away. You help me be here, now. You bring my best self to centre stage, You teach me to be and open the cage. I learn day in, day out,  Never taking for granted your beautiful mind.  You help me be here, now. 

If I were to go now,  I'd like you to know I wish I'd lived longer. (Yes, let's get that out of the way now!) But I loved my life, all the light as well as the darkness For it helped me grow and become who I was. I felt deeply grateful for all the beautiful souls That walked by my side;  it was a privilege to share our lives.  If I were to go now,  I'd like you to know I died while being alive when he left But I was also born again, twice: When I could realise that life as I knew it Would no longer be as such, But new stars would brighten my path And I'd see beauty one more time.  The second time, when I chose A more compassionate life That aligned with my morals and Helped me see the value in each life.  If I were to go now,  I'd like you to know I loved and got my heart broken But it was all worth it  And the best was yet to come: Undeniably, beautifully, magically worth it.  Love was alway...

Sarah Blondin has undoubtedly marked a before and after in my meditations with her heartfelt, touching and stirring words. She has always inspired me and moved me. She has not only transported me to other worlds but, most importantly, she has helped me visit and connect to my inner world as well. In meditation recently, she said we are ' stitched stardust ' and I instantly grabbed hold of that phrase; I could not let go, I could not forget, I felt compelled to write something and the following flowed out of my pen and into my journal. Raw, unedited, powerful. In meditation this morning, the phrase 'stitched stardust' resonated so much with me and couldn't help but visualise it, feel it, embody it; it felt like an ancient wisdom or energy was reminding me of who I am. 'Yes darling, you are stitched stardust: broken but beautifully put back together, shiny, ephemeral, glowing, wiser because those broken parts realigned with the truth of your evolving self. Yo...

Written a while ago... Strong and weak you make me feel Range of emotions on the hill. Sinner and saint we called each other, Blinded by the light of our deep desires. ... I feel like running away, I feel like forever staying at bay, But love draws me closer Loves makes me a holder. I know that though Fear makes me want to run away, Love will always make me want to stay. I wish for you to be forever in my present, Nothing moving you from that space and time, Still close to the current reality of us, Swaying, smiling, learning from each other's lives. I trust you are what's right for me And that the universe is Reassuringly winking at me: 'Yes, he is for you, And he'll walk by your side', The universe tells me As I look at the sky. 'Trust the truth, embrace it all, Flow with the moment and let it all go. You feel his kindness, You feel his love, You trust he is genuine And will always respect your lov...

The first time I read this letter, I fell in love with its purity and simplicity; its truth and beauty. I fell in love with the idea of a scientist 'declaring' to the world that  love  is what gives meaning to life. Love. I've always believed love is the driving force in this universe. Love is what brings meaning to everything and what makes our existence exceptionally enjoyable, magical and worth it. Life as we know it revolves around love and we all, consciously or unconsciously, crave it.  I wanted to share this letter as Einstein's simple yet wise and life-affirming words have given me the sometimes very-much-needed reassurance before 'unexplainable' events, situations, or actions. It is all so beautifully transparent yet we humans make things complicated. We have heard many times that the answer was, is and will always be LOVE and that is because...it is! Nothing would be worth it without love: love for ourselves, this Earth and Mother Nature with its ...

‘It’s like that I’ve stopped breathing but completely aware.’  Lady Gaga, Million Reasons Days on end I’ve felt that I am here But not fully present, As if I am somewhere else,  Floating through life, no longer feeling.  Sometimes I’m a shadow of my former self, Tired heart, tired being But the shades of grey do eventually fade away And I can breathe once again.  The birds sing to remind me it’s a new day, The sun shines and makes me smile. Eventually, the darkness recedes And the stars light the previously dark sky.  All is well and for a while  I breathe, I smile, I surrender, I allow.

Why not? Why not me? Why not now? If not now, then when?   There will always be questions. Some questions will make us doubt ourselves and put a break on a wheel that never really started rolling; but some other questions will fire us and trigger us, propel us into action. I have also found that sometimes the questions are the same but it is our perspective the one that determines the answer. PERSPECTIVE. Perspective is what we need now more than ever. Our modern society is going through some challenging, uncertain and, at points, scary times. I know. Though humanity has experienced pandemics in the past, we haven’t and it is absolutely natural to not know how to feel, or feel completely overwhelmed. Or, even feel happy because you found the much needed space, time and energy to actually do the things you’d been procrastinating for a long time.  Or you can feel drawn to just be, simply be -whether it is with your family or by yourself. Sometimes you will fe...

I discovered Ludovico Einaudi few days ago and instantly feel in love with his music. I downloaded Seven Days Walking and went for a walk in the park. I cried and walked, cried and walked and listened to the beautiful melodies. It was cathartic and liberating, cleansing and empowering. I smiled. I felt grateful. While walking, I had to stop at times to write things down as the music was triggering emotions and words were bubbling up. I cannot remember in what order these random thoughts came but here they exist, unedited: Why do we love? It hurts, it pains, it stings. Why do we love? It tires you, it drains you, it tears your heart. It exhausts you without a shadow of a doubt. Why do we love when it hurts so much to be apart? It hurts because I care, I care because it’s him, it hurts because I love him. Love hurts. Yes, I know. Love hurts because we are playing with magic and with the heart. We are prisioners of the heart and are undeniably vulnerable. But, what a privilege to ...

‘What you do today matters, in the moment and maybe into infinity.’   Before I Fall We are little pebbles, forever falling in ponds. Depending on the size of the body of water, our impact can be great or small. Our lives are ripple effects, every action generating a reaction. However monumental or presumably inconsequential an action or thought, there will always be an outcome, a result, a reaction. That's life.  We do not live in bubbles even though sometimes it can feel like that; we think it’d be easier to live life this way but that is not how we are meant to experience our existence. It will always be about connection: connection to the greater good out there -whatever that is-, the magic floating in this cosmic sphere, connection to others, to nature, to the universe inside of us.  A smile, a touch, a song, a book: we can affect others’ lives into infinity, we can shift the course of their lives. A kiss, a hug, words, a key: all have the power to heal. ...

It never stops: Forever moving, morphing, beating.  It gives me life, it gives me breath; It shows me the way, it’s centre stage. It wisely knows, it guides me so, It reminds me t o live and not just exist. It nudges me to embrace each day because Smiles bring joy but tears also bring growth.  It is all worth living for. It’ll always be the driving force and When it stops, I will cross.  It is the first to live and the last to die, The one to know wrong from right, crash from land ; Emphatic ‘ yes ’, and  assertive ‘ no ’. It’ll always know and I'll go with its flow.

Too early to open up About the darkness inside my mind. I've scared myself before,  seen rubble on the floor, Debris on the shore.  How could I trust In the sharing of my dark? The demons might wildly roar  And close the door.  He'd fly, he'd go, he'd run away; He'd wish me well And would turn his gaze. But how dark is my darkness? How deep is my pain? These feelings might not scare him, He might actually want to stay. ... He has firmly stayed, He has not left.  He has held me and hugged me In those dark, scary days. He has reassured me, He has supportively said That it is okay to feel that way; That storms will pass And that he will hold my sails If I need to rest.  How not to love him? How not to feel safe? How not to see light  each day When he is there?

Sometimes I forget to breathe,  I forget to remind myself life is a journey, And that it’s okay if there is chaos beneath.  Sometimes I forget the feeling of discomfort  Is there to remind me that exciting, new things await ahead.  Sometimes I forget to cultivate my peace, To nurture that essence in me that makes me light And helps me live with ease. Sometimes I forget that I am not stagnant, I’m in constant ebb and flow, Forever embracing nourishing growth. Sometimes I forget that the divine energy Of the universe all around Is always, undeniably guiding me So I do not drown.  Sometimes I forget to be patient with the process And m y beautifully eager self.  I forget that night follows day, That the sunflower follows the sun's bright rays, Undeniably in love with them.  Sometimes I forget That nature has a time of its own And that the truth is always known.  Sometimes I forget that to create a ...

Powerful stars,  That’s what we are. We twinkle, dance and twirl around  the mysterious night sky. We dazzle some, and we blind some But we never stop shining beautifully bright. We burn, we travel far, we shoot across the vast sky. They wish upon us without knowing It’s them they have to trust.  It’s them who have the power to create magic, And to shift things around. It’s them with their beating hearts, And with their sparkly eyes; It’s them with their untamed energy And the wilderness inside. ‘ Who are we if not luminescent giants Who can guide them in their path? ’ we ask. ‘ Yes, but only the metaphorical one’ , Says the wise universe all around. ' They’ve known all along, They just need to remember,  Dig deep inside,  And trust in their precious, burning light .'