Reflexões da Alma!

Sometimes small sparks can ignite an unprecedented fire. A simple "no" that we hear can give us access to the feeling of rejection. Someone's absence can make us feel abandoned. Criticism can lead us to the place where we doubt our own worth... There are many negative self-beliefs that we build up throughout our lives as we face traumatic experiences. "I'm worthless", "I'm not good enough", "It's my fault", "I'm not worthy of being loved", "I don't deserve it", "I'm inadequate", "I'm a bad person", "I'm invisible", "I don't belong", "I'm weak"... just to name a few. And these little sparks can unexpectedly open a portal to the world of our deepest pains. Pains that stem from our past traumas and painful experiences. Suddenly, we find ourselves back in the past, reliving deep pain, re-enacting familiar scenes with different characters.

Divine Presence I am, I stand humbly before you as your servant. I recognize the shadows that reside within me, their forms reflected in the tapestry of my life and relationships.   Yet, I understand that where there are shadows, there must also be light. Just as my shadows are plentiful, so too is my inner light abundant. I pray that my kindness, love, and generosity may transcend these shadows, embracing them as integral facets of my being without judgment or resistance. I recognized that my mind often strays from the present, wandering between the past and future.  However, I have tasted the richness of presence and know it to be the essence of existence. In moments of presence, we commune with you. I pray for the ability to dwell more fully in this state, whether admiring a garden flower or conversing with a friend. I recognize there have been instances where I didn't take responsibility for my choices, feeling like a mere victim of life. Yet, I acknowledge that I am the archit

A little girl was wandering the streets of a big city, aimlessly, like a boat adrift on an uncertain sea. Without a past to anchor her, or a future to give her hope, she walked, wrapped in a cloak of loneliness and helplessness, longing for a simple glance to confirm her existence, to reveal her essence. * Foto: Marcos Santos/USP Imagens However, it was as if she were a shadow, a discordant note in the rushing symphony of the metropolis, invisible to the people passing by, immersed in their own worlds, walking towards the future or visiting the past, with no feet in the present. They were oblivious to the silent anguish that echoed in the sighs of that lonely little girl. In the midst of the crowd, she found herself alone, isolated in her own fog of invisibility. To protect herself from the icy currents of this indifferent world, she imprisoned herself in a cocoon, suffocating any trace of her longing to be seen and loved, and with it, her self-respect. She resigned herself to the beli