Just like plants, from which we obtain the so called essential oils, we as human beings also have an essence. I believe that essence resides in our heart. The more we distill our heart, the more we see and perhaps understand what is our essence like. I’m not talking about our physical heart though, I’m talking about something that is way deeper than it. I’m talking about a resonance, a frequency that emanates from our centre. The more we tune into that frequency, the more we feel who we are and the more we become one with everything, melting the boundaries which separate us from what lies outside.
My preferred way to melt these boundaries is through writing. My body and mind are often disconnected from each other. My mind is usually faster and more resolute than my body, because I have lived inside my head and I have forgotten the importance of putting my body up to date so it can keep up with my mind. I have ignored my body. I have mistreated it. When I sit down to write though, such dissonance disappears and both my mind and my body become a union of light. I float in a sky made of cotton clouds and my heart keeps pouring out words.
Those words are sometimes sweet, other times bitter. I let my heart speak whatever he wants because I know that’s the only way I can reach that mind-body connection we all crave so much. That feeling of being alive and human. That feeling of reaching our essence, our deepest being. That feeling of being in touch with our core and knowing that our life matters simply because we were born. It’s for that feeling that I sit down and I write; it’s for that feeling that I let myself experience the flow of being, the flow of creation itself.
Writing for me is to step into a sacred space. It’s the entrance to my inner-being without dismissing my connection to every other human being. It’s a portal to a world where all emotions co-exist freely and where there are no harsh rules shaping their expression. Hence, writing is my way to connect with life, because when I write I dive deep into humanity’s heart. When I write, I do not only exist. I am one with myself and with the world. I am.