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I make my fruits
Just let my flowers bloom and if this season I will hang with just a few fruits it does not matter. Trust, how I long
Float – Travel notes from Peru.
There is a vast lake hidden behind this glass window blurred of rain. I bought a pair of white wool gloves which leave the tip
Together
A year ago, I looked at the mirror and felt distressed. If I am so angry seeing the me in the mirror wearing hateful eyes,
Noventa
It’s storming outside. As the rain mumbles loudly, we come together like sailors, rocking along with our ship in high waves. We are sitting on
My never-previously-hand-washed white linen shirt
Juli mentioned something two days ago that stayed with me: “I like to play when I feel I deserve it”. I spent a couple of
Say yes.
The smell of your sweat is on me, and I embrace the way I am triggered. I extend myself through you. In conflict, I sense
Sketching dreams together
Reflections from CIVICUS’ youth co-design workshop in Montevideo. In December, as part of my work researching the resourcing landscape for youth-led civil society, I had
Finishing
Tomorrow I am defending my PhD thesis at IDS. Here are my reflections as preparation for this big moment 😀 Today I went to the
Stargazing
I realize I am in love.I recognise the feeling:hearth swelling, wondera desire to breathe the whole sky in. I Inhale.All the stars are still in the
Work & Life: A reflection
The word Life makes me think of acceptance, circles, the endlessness of our shades. The discovery, the destruction, the birth, the seasons. Work is a
Unraveling ourselves: A heart-body-soul research on ourselves
How can I give myself permission to change and grow? And as I change, how do I contribute to the system surrounding me? Who am
Luz y Vacas
Acabo de ver una escena hermosa: La luz tan perfecta iluminando un campo decorado con unas vacas. Mas allá sombras, montañas y cielo.
El futuro que nos atrevemos a crear – The future we dare creating.
** English follows Spanish ** Queridos amigos y colegas de Plata, Cultura y Cambio, Son las nueve y media de la mañana y estoy sentada
So where do we go from here?
My brain is stuck inside a bad Hollywood movie. So where do we go from here?
Can we cut potatoes together? Does the 'how' matter?
Dear Kirsten, This morning I ran. I woke up at 7.40 am, and ran along the streets of Ithaca. Big north american streets felt surprisingly
Walk with our utopia
[youtube //www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_klKIMigKA] Dear Dounia and Nikki, We have been friends for 9 years now. Hurrah! I was thinking how funny it is that throughout the
