Feeling the space. Not filling the space.

Tiles are born from Earth. Ceramic, porcelain, stone. All Earth. Pieces of Earth that found a new home now in your home. Glazed, not glazed, vitrified sand particles. Painted, not painted. Pigments giving the “air”, the feeling, the mood, the color. We came from Earth. Walls. Exoskeleton of a living body called room. Protect it,…

What a mess

Life is unpredictable. If I could tell my old self seven years ago, when I was leaving a twenty year old marriage, that life was going to be all I imagined, I would not believe.  If I could have used some words of comfort and explained to myself that I was going to work on…

That’s all I have

I went outside and screamed to them “This is all the light I have!” They were working there in the dark and under freezing temperatures, raking and blowing the leaves around the house, trying to get everything cleaned up before this week’s leaf pick-up truck. They had been cleaning the garden for the last three…

Dog from heaven

I had been driving around all day with her, searching for the meaning of death. Or to be more precise, driving around with her ashes in a box. The lady from the vet’s office called early this morning with a voice of mushy apple (if apples could talk). A voice that’s sweet but is past…

Waves of ideas

  Waves of ideas come and go trying to take me to different worlds where I can be totally alone and unreachable till the moment I’m completely satisfied and then I can choose to come back, or not. Where do we go when momentarily we leave our body? When the solid gold light feels like sticky…

Who are we?

  Constant comparison between this and that, one and the other, here and there, this size and that size, define all conclusions about every thought. That friday night we went to the same restaurant we enjoy going almost every weekend. The rooms were full, the waitresses busy, and sooner than later we had our appetizer…

The tortilla lady

There she was standing on her 2′ radius, rotating between the bowl of dough, the press machine, and the grill where she would finalize her work by putting all of the grilled tortillas in a basket covered with a white and green checkered napkin. She worked fast and pretended that nobody watched her. I watched…

The idea of perfection

Waiting for perfection is a mind numbing attitude. Waiting for the right moment, the right pieces to fall into place, the right place, the right amount of money, the right age… argh… so inhibiting! Just watch a baby learning to walk, wobbles, falls, grabs for support, moves legs to the right and left not really…

Simplicity and Happiness

Nothing is more sophisticated than simplicity. In a world where we are constantly bombarded by ideas that want to convince us to have more, to buy what we don’t need, to spend the money we don’t have, to insert one more social event in a schedule that craves family time, in a time when people…

Let me walk through your home

Let me walk through your home and take my time absorbing every detail. Let me imagine the stories that happened here or the ones that will happen. The softness of the floor, the textures of the walls, everything invites me to touch your space and stay for a little longer. But it would be disturbing…

Meditation on the go

The blueish orange sky was sitting in front of my windshield, the remaining light still hanging there as an invitation to enjoy the last hour or minutes of the day. Driving to and from these little towns where I live don’t take more than twenty to thirty minutes, and that’s a meditation time always. In…

Finding my place

I’m not gonna lie and say I knew all the answers when I threw myself into the world. I had a million questions and endless curiosity. Blame my artistic side, or my foreign origin, my entrepreneur spirit, my independent  mind, my nonconformist ideas. Whatever it was or whatever it is, the need for questioning and…