A Caminhante

I act by impulse a lot. I forgive a lot. And I'm ok with that. For the things I did because I didn't know how to do better and for the too many times I've forgiven because forgiveness still seemed the easiest choice. I want to move on with my life. It's my only plan for next year.

Difficulties can be seen as an opportunity of growth or a punishment. I’d rather see the opportunity of becoming self-aware about my true nature. Being so affected by the moon doesn’t always allow me to have a clear mind about this but I’ll try my best. I’m setting my dreams in motion. Not just on January 1 st . It is starting today. I want to see the world with different eyes.

"When I'm silent I have thunder inside." (Rumi) This has always been one of my favourite quotes. I've always been the quiet and silent girl sitting backstage because I was too afraid to face the crowd. Not anymore. My desire of having my voice heard has become bigger than my fear.

Today I went to the shala. As I was heading there my mind was wondering how on earth would I be able to practise. The physical pain was just one of the problems. I felt tired. My mind was tired. My heart was tired. But off I went. Did full primary series and a few postures from the intermediate. When I finished I was calm and felt like I had done everything I was supposed to do. And then it hit me, why I practise.The almost two hours of my day that I spend on my mat are probably the only moments when I am truly myself. I let go of my emotional worries. I forget about my problems and disappointements. I devalue my struggles. None of it matter. I get so connected with my body and my breath, I feel so close to my soul that I actually enjoy being on my own company. I don't compare myself to others. I understand that I'm no better but I'm no worse either. And above all,  I realize that no one, not a single person can give me a stronger love than the one I owe to myself. When I...

Em modo de rir e chorar como quem queima os últimos cartuchos. Nada acontece de fora, mas tudo se agita por dentro.

Parei e aceitei - o que sou e o que ainda não consigo ser. Percebi que a única forma de voar é libertar de tudo o que prende a alma ao chão. O que prende pode não ser o que existe mas sim o que não existe.

"Conhece-te! Aceita-te! Supera-te." (Santo Agostinho)

Estou cansada, um cansaço camuflado de embriaguez mental. A cabeça pede descanso. O coração pede descanso. Abandono por agora o campo de batalha. Rendo-me ao que é, como é e como tem de ser.