Personal Meyland

 In the same way that I might be smarter or deeper in my mother tongue I can assure you that I can find ways to express in Art that I can't otherwise. You can tell to learn other ways, or to channel my words in order to get to you, But then I realize that I have been bloking my true language away from me. I speak with images and I learn through them I won't be told stupid to not learn in ways that is predisposed I won't let myself to feel less for not following certain rules Wanting to make other new ways to fix the same problem. The end is what matters at the end. And I just seem to rebel the pre-existing ways sometimes. I can follow other times and that auto-mode will lead me here, to you To some words that need to get out and tell you a story, my story. I am channeling here to whoever is interested to connect with it I cannot change other people's channel that don't aling with mine. But I won't change in order to fit in their channel either. Because that woul...

Is it a problem what I feel openly? Does it make me depressed to talk about my feelings easily? The one making the difference is usually seen as the crazy one. The one talking the problem is usually the one who is "the problem" for the rest. I just know WHAT I want. I am just discovering WHO I am. And I love it, and it can make me more introvert, happy in solitude more than often. Instrospective days stirring feelings and ideas that before wouldn't occur. WHY? Because I was meeting people most of the day. But do not get me wrong. I can be social. And I'll learn about me too. Although those moments of Ahá! about myself will come from learning alone. I do not need numbing pills, thank you.  I do not need to tell a stranger my problems than friends find concerning. Just maybe because they worry for me what they hide in theirselves. It is Ok to be vulnerable. It is Ok to share feelings. And it is OK to feel bad or good. Because that is what make us human. And I won't ...

 Lo están consiguiento. Estos hijos de p**a lo están consiguiendo. O así al menos me siento yo que me comen las paredes de una casa que era un santuario. Cuando estoy sola estoy triste y cuando estoy acompañada estoy ausente. Con tal de hacer el momento menos depresivo hablando de "la situación" como si de Lord Voldemort se tratase. Pero esa "sin nombre" se adueña del humor general y genera zombies que intentan seguir una rutina normal, acostumbrándose a lo que falta en sus vidas. "Ya llegará". Pero y cuando llegue, ¿qué será de nosotros? ¿Querremos volver a ella? Y diréis, "al menos tú estás recibiendo el paro". Sí pero me tienen callada y "segura" en una casa vacía con gente que está viviendo lo que yo, cada vez más sola. Porque señores, las redes no acompañan, sino que aíslan más. Estoy harta de sentirme así y de seguir las normas para quedarme como un vegetal mental pero muy bien de salud. Llega un momento que un poquito de riesgo d...

Today I was about of giving up. I was finishing tasks of started things but really, I was not motivated as I was days ago. And I guess it is part of the process. It’s just ridiculous how a silly event can weight you down so badly. And I am sharing this precisely because it can happen to anybody in this art world of any. We need to keep believing in ourselves. And when somebody doesn’t seem to see it we blame ourselves. No. That should not be the case but we do. We might think there is something we aren’t doing right. Maybe we don’t ask enough, or don’t share what is silly enough to be liked. Or we do not have time yet to make videos talking about our live because it’s easier to just write about, right? Well, guys, this will pass. Do you know the solution for that? Create more, fall in love with your process and do one step at the time. Feel better about learning from challenges that put you out of your comfort zone. And just be happy with the fact that you care about your art, mayb...

Your thoughts matter This year has been a revelation for me, as I have explained in my last posts. And it might sound like saying it again but the simple idea that comes with it is: the power of listening to our thoughts. You see, I had to stop doing what I was doing (again, this week is the second time) to come here and let you know the thoughts flying around in my head before they disappeared. Like assisting a speaker’s lecture in which you are suddenly afraid of missing out some kind of wisdom: it might either come soon or is happening at the right moment that you focused on something else. It is not a fairytale These ideas I said in my last post might sound easier to say than to do, even draconian to you, I get it. I even think the same when I say them now while years back I was struggling in a black hole sobbing in tears and not knowing what to do. I did believe then I was making the same mistakes all over again. And for that I was being hard on myself, just like other people woul...

To create is an act of rebelion Because it’s an act of self-love at the same time. You end by being content with what you make, Instead of believing you’ll be happy by the things you own. Creation reveals the true values of Nature Because we are becoming creators as well intead of consumers. We are starting to think of our own, And realize that there is something else of what is told: That non-visible magic that starts to appear if we listen carefully. So don’t be afraid of listening to your voice, Do not be afraid of being with yourself, even in silence. Surrender to the unknown to discover that there’s nothing to be afraid of.   It’s just that part of you that was waiting for you to pay attention. It could be that child that has been whispering to you in the night, While you preferred to sleep and let the idea go. Because they rarely go back, just the more insistent ones. So focus and listen. Be ready for their arrival and take notes next time. ...

 Las capas que nos añadimos de la que necesitamos liberarnos, como una serpiente mudando piel, transformándose. Esa piel muerta que pueden ser nuestros miedos y pensamientos preconcebidos no deja de ser más que gramos de peso que se acumula en nuestra espalda y subsconciente. Capas grises de mugre que nos invaden y de la que tenemos que purgarnos. El ruido a veces no nos deja ver quien somos realmente, o donde está el camino que debemos intuir. Al desconectarnos tantas veces de la naturaleza y nuestro instinto, llega un momento que esa vocecita se va apagando... hasta que paramos a escuchar con detenimiento. Frenamos en seco nuestra vida acelerada y escuchamos con atención. No paramos por miedo, no paramos para encontrar otra distracción, sino para tomar impulso sabiendo que nuestra conciencia está siendo guiada por nuestro instinto. A veces el camino más corto no es el que nos lleva más rápido a la meta. Y de todas formas, ¿por qué es tan importante el final? Todo hecho para un re...

  Even in the most uncertain setting I look at you like a new breeze: Dreamy eyes and gentle smile, Writing over certainties of your day.   And I can’t help but look away of shyness Getting back to my matters While your breathing becomes my background sound And your singing my distant memory.   I don’t want to fall in love. It brought too much pain that I can hardly move anymore. I believed that I was done.   And another day came to shine, Another reading while time passed. Gentle talk and smiles as precious breaks Of two broken hearts that came to confine In a small comfy corner of new rise.   Yes, we rose in a smoke of fear and wonder, And yet we trembled words of self-sufficient beings At a time that we really thought of wishing for hope, In a moment that we daydreamed for more.     And we looked for new sensations Covering even parts of our day that were out of plan, Living in a vast stormy ...