What a pleasure it is to smile, to laugh out loud! How nice we feel after some good laughing! How therapeutic it is to use the sense of humour at any situation! How much we learn when we are having fun!
There are times in our lives (maybe days or even weeks) when we seem to be embracing discomfort or experiencing thoughts & emotions that disturb us (anger, sadness, depression, frustration…). Sometimes they seem to seize us, just like if they had a life of their own. Then we can get angry, ignore them, withdraw them, silence them, tell ourselves we will take care of them later or just surrender to them by letting us be dragged by their strength or inertia.
Maybe I am a pain in the neck or simply sensitive about it, just like some people have a good eye for colour matching and others feel pushed to defend a bee's welfare. The fact is that I listen to others talking, I read the messages around me and I can almost feel the words in 3D, echoing deep inside me the connotations that they imply, their intention, energy, the things that they don't say. Words are important to me. That's how I feel it. And that's also why it is not the same to me to use one word instead of another. The choice matters because of the meaning is behind it.
Language is creative. The words we use always have an impact and an effect on us and also on the people around us. There is always an implicit intention, motivation and energy behind every word we use, even when we are not conscious about it in most of the cases.
We live in a wonderful flat. It is part of a beautiful urbanization located at the top of a small hill in the middle of the countryside. We are far from being isolated but we do live free of traffic, city noises and away from the crowds. We can see the sky, the mountains & the trees from any of the rooms and light floods wildly through any of the generous windows around the apartment. So far for us, it is a great place to live.
I read quite a lot on the Internet, mainly blogs and also some digital publications. I used to stick to the article or post I was interested in and occasionlly I used to go through other user’s comments. From another point of view, my Captain tends to invest time & attention to scan quite a few of them when he is navigating through the sites that interest him. So I said to myself: if someone that I value so much spends time doing it, it must be because it is worthy. And that’s how I started to do it myself.
I like fashion as a way of expression, an art and a vehicle of creativity. These three realities meet in fashion design: the vision of the human being & his imagination, the capture of that vision within the design on paper, and finally, the materialization of all that on display in the garment.
Sometimes clear & specific, others blurred & general. One way or another, the goal seems to be the key as it points to the direction, adding meaning, creating the path.
I always keep thinking about this idea that goes round & round through my mind: why, even when we know that something is harmful to us, we keep doing it. Even if it hurts, even if it makes us feel bad. We all have our personal trap: smoking, drinking, watching crap tv programs, spend time with people who are bad for us, falling into chains of negative thinking, criticising, eating with no measure, self-medicating…
If you know me a bit, then you know that dealing with death feels now quite natural to me. If you don’t know me much but you read me here, you’ve probably seen my true colours at some pooint. I am sure I used to feel more scared about death before I had her close to me, however, I cannot remember anymore how it was before she came. I am aware now of the fact that her existence became pretty familiar to me one day and since then, she’s got her space reserved, and that, actually, makes me feel good.