Sharing my stories
Sharing my stories: Amazing form of expression… this one of creating a personal story from your life and sharing it in public, with an audience or a small group. It has helped to reframe events in my life, to find new depths in them from the woman I am now. And the beauty of connecting with other people with the same human heart, different life events but the same human experiences.
Ode to my Rage
My rage ,why did I use to fear you?
In Her Embrace
And I decided to follow my dream literally, creating a dress with tree leaves and ferns which I then wore into the woods of France during my summer holiday. There, a dialogue of meanings unfolded: my wounds were Her wounds, my scars were Her scars.
It Was So Subtle..
It was so subtle that it felt like the fluttering wings of a tiny bird. But all of a sudden it made me cry and a row of tender tears rolled down my cheeks and landed on my chest.
No More Conditions
I didn’t draw or paint since I was a child which means many many years ago.. I always thought I was not good at it, it was not for me, I had other talents and interests.
My Naked Reality
During the corona days I have been filling the empty spaces in my calendar with what I call “soul nurturing time”.