One day, during French class, we played the Chinese Portrait game (you know, the one where you say “If I was a …, I would be a …”). As the intention was to learn vocabulary, we were doing it with all kinds of things. If I was a flower, if I was a color, if I was an actress / actor, if I was a movie…
Then came the question: If I was an animal, I would be… Continue reading “The Chinese portrait game”
Everything was fine. Everything had been fine for some time – I had been so much calmer than I thought I had the capacity to be in those circumstances. Sometimes I thought that maybe I was in shock, and that was why I was so ok.
Then panic hit. Continue reading “The things you don’t dream about”
Wild and restless heart, can you hear the song of the world? Does it tell you all you need to know? Or does it only fill you with more wildness and restlessness?
Oh, I know, it’s so hard to keep quiet. Even when you have all the answers, the furious beat, the thrill of anticipation, the insatiable curiosity, the wonder of life – they all drive you to wish, to hope, to wonder. Continue reading “Letter to my heart”
I remember breathing hard, trying to control my terrified heart while a sort of unbreakable resolution took over my troubled self. My mind was clear enough, but my hands shook, my legs felt like jelly. I was using the little strength I had at the tender age of nine to force my small body against the kitchen counter, using my butt to prevent anyone from getting near the drawer full of knives. It wasn’t anyone that I feared would try to gain access to it, though. It was my sister. Continue reading “Give your blood to the cause”
I recently went through a breakup and it got me thinking about the truthfulness of our feelings. I was so sure that I was in love with him. Not all the way (it was too short for me to fall all the way), but I was convinced I was on the right track and that I cared more about him at that stage than I ever did about a man outside my family. Continue reading “The truthfulness of your feelings”