One day, a woman ... And me, just as I am
Past 55, I look back on my path, between deep joys and silent wounds. An open letter to life, to love and to whoever sees beyond appearances.
Past 55, I look back on my path, between deep joys and silent wounds. An open letter to life, to love and to whoever sees beyond appearances.
A zebra with more stripes than the other animals. A short fable about what hurts us and changes us: every stripe is proof that we have lived.
After 685 days without racing, I finally wear a race number again at the Butgenbach triathlon. A report full of colour, thrills and emotions.
Expressing our wounds through art, in any form, is a condition of resilience. Dare to welcome and express your emotions.
How do we change our inner state when we cannot control an external event? The link between values, emotions and behaviours.