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portrait of mothers |

cuore antico / ancient heart
in the last two months I have thought a lot about being a mother. In this suspended and uncertain time, love alternates with frustration, joy and anger. The incredible gift that has been given to me over time has made me rediscover actions, feelings also exploring parts of me that I didn't know. Me and Ettore one afternoon drew ourselves like a tree and every day, at the end of it, we painted ourselves a leaf, that tells with its color what our day was like and this little habit has really become a deep and sincere reflection on what really matters for me. At the base of everything there is love, and gratitude for everything I have, then in my nights the walls of dissatisfaction, of discontent, of envy that every now and then subtle comes out, have fallen and my breath has become lighter, my heart beats faster and stronger, and I desire to offer rather than ask, to let go instead of protect myself, to defeat fear and always spread love, unconditional love.

may 2020 | reflections during a pandemic lockdown

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