See it. Live it. Integrate it. Let it be. Therapy notes becoming diary entries, 2026

Happiness is not a moment; it is knowing I am on the right path. Therapy notes becoming diary entries, 2026

Taking in beliefs, rules, or expectations from others as if they were my own, without asking whether they truly belong to me. Therapy notes becoming diary entries, 2026

A mirror when old meanings collapse and new ones have not yet appeared. Rooted in The Dark Night of the Soul, a concept from the Spanish mystic Saint John of the Cross. Therapy notes becoming diary entries, 2026

Emotions, experiences, and relationships do not exist in isolation. Therapy notes becoming diary entries, 2026

Stillness and silence as the ground for something to emerge. Therapy notes becoming diary entries, 2026

Right now, strength means paying attention to how I feel. The present is here. If it overwhelms me, that’s okay. Therapy notes becoming diary entries, 2026

How long... have I let this thought consume me? 2026

Terrible loneliness gets all over me, even when surrounded, sometimes. 2026

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Der Spätherbst in Berlin hat gewöhnlich noch einige schöne Tage. Die Sonne tritt freundlich aus dem Gewölk hervor, und schnell verdampft die Nässe in der lauen Luft, welche durch die Straßen weht. E. T. A. Hoffmann Ritter Gluck

I like it when you speak about light and colors. I like to listen to you because what you say resonates deep within me. I like being in bed with your sperm on my body. Your eyes. You changing my name. You. 2025

You can feel the calm, a beautiful, powerful, deepening light. It will bring you to a deep level of peace. It flows into your shoulders
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I did not notice, not like this spring, not like this summer. Shadows drifting, not knowing the light, until it touched me. My boy, who does not reach for my skin, the tremble of being myself, sometimes. The shadow here, not the twin of my light, but something softer. 2025

Witch Lake A voice told me to choose well what I house, to hold the balance of creation, character, meditation, Lapis lazuli, eternal. 2025

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I am not sure why I come back to the same place again and again. The same books, the same storylines, the same hour at the same spot. It could be a gravitational cycle of beauty, or maybe just a fixation. And then I am happy to discover that I am not the only one on this loop: - Should we have a coffee at the Barbican, as last time? - - why not. - - Tradition! Important. I have about one hour. - Maybe it’s the comfort of familiar corners, or simply the quiet certainty of repe

I found myself walking through these streets once more, moved by their grandness and the sense of possibility. I was able to experience all together the times I spent there with friends, lovers, and alone, often with the feeling of being there for the first time. Rediscovery of self and place is what this city feels like to me: a place that has seen projects of mine come to life and fills my mind and heart with effervescence. I have attached to my heart a version of it that e

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The slow unfolding of another soul across silence. We speak in pulses, in pauses. A relationship built not on presence, but as an homage to the hush of distance. 2025

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Su voz 2025 I went into the kitchen to get some agua fresca. That room used to be the TV room when I was a child. As I stepped inside, I felt a presence. She was there—behind me. Aunt Adela. She had followed me because, like me, she was craving a moment alone. We were visiting her—my parents and I. I hadn’t seen her in a while, though somehow she had followed me through the years, in towns I’d never known before, her scent appearing in a monastery or a garden. I was overwhelm

Mi tía Adela, sus flores, su humor, sus abrazos. 2025

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