*fragment of catharsis
On the way to Naila’s embrace, the reconciliation of another year of turbulence, survived in the cradle of the most beautiful loves, friendships of little women of the world who hold, nourish, sustain. Accompanying the steps, Cho, teacher companion of childhoods, a life of dysfunctions, then the demand, today the glimpse of peace, security, faith, which is built, is chosen. In the deepest depth, the certainty that life was not the feeling of individuality frightened before the polarity of existence and void, but the continuum of being part of a miraculous organicity, superior beauty of the forest’s sigh, letting oneself dissolve in the acceptance of what must be alchemized.
A tear slides down this sacred skin that allows us the adventure of feeling. In the overflow of the mind’s overstimulation, the projection of trauma and fear, we are rescued by the softness of resting in the relief of compassion. In humility, we recognize that nothing more was needed than the caress of the care we all incarnated colleagues on this plane deserve.
I toast that our little bodies be filled with love, that it not go unnoticed in this chaos that is order and inevitably on the other side finds us as a whole. That we may be moved because among all the horror there exists the balm of a caress full of tenderness, a breath and little push in the darkest night:
“–I’m going to Córdoba,” Nai told me, when she knew before I did that in that net of loving little hands I was going to be saved.
Gratitude.
