As an introvert, grown more and more uncomfortable in crowds as years have gone by, I was already freaked out by two words: group work. Within the first half day I understood that the cornerstone of this programme is collaboration.
Author: Cǎtǎ Gǎrdescu
I am a connector, a lover of all things beautiful and a fighter when things get hard. I try each day to live truthfully, learn as much as I possibly can and push myself in the right directions. I am learning to trust my gut and my instincts and embrace uncertainty.
Relationship pruning
Looking back I can see the many times my choices on my life journey served as the gardener of my relationship tree and pruned away at my friendships.
Somehow I always find myself missing a boundary …
These situations where I can see definite benefits and I feel encouraged by praise and at the same time I am unable to tell when I have crossed to the side of too much, unhealthy and mind numbing are such a mind fluck for me.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, what do you mean I see others as I am not as they are?
I have to say that I accepted the fact that I was a racist easier than I am accepting this about myself.
In the messy middle, between storm and stillness
Walking through a city park torn up by a fierce storm the other day, the metaphor was not lost on me. Huge trees lay splintered
Once a racist, always a racist!
It was my first time in Venice. The Glassmaker had charmed me into wanting to see the island of Murano and so, here we were,
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