About two years ago, I had a dream. I was driving on a highway to the airport in a faraway country on my way home. The road was blocked, as usual, overcrowded with cars and people going places, chasing time, passing too quickly, when a sight in the sky appeared. It was fast, it was bright and it had a tail of fire. As everyone stopped to get a better look, realising what was going on, there was an outburst of panic, followed by a sound you can only describe as an unquestionable power. People started running and screaming in panic. In all that cacophony of fright, I just had a thought that it would be such a silly thing to do, wasting this precious opportunity to understand and feel what exactly was happening. Look at the colours of this world, feel the vibrations of this life, stretch the last seconds and soak in this once in a lifetime experience of these unique moments before the unthinkable happens and it all turns blank…

When God was creating a life for me, for some reason, understandable only in a far future, he gave me very slender and thin legs. Legs that almost don’t belong to the rest of my body, so it feels.

For a long time, the cult of being grounded created a lot of frustration for me. After years of practising yoga, trying and visualising, my thin legs still wouldn't stand the ground.

My bare feet feel uncomfortable touching soil, grass and this earth. The feeling of earth on which everything is built and everything grows on, is not given for me to walk on and enjoy it. It would make my soles filthy. It would root me into identity and limit my fluidity…