Monthly Archives: March 2012

A long journey all the way until here

they came the years of seeking, a lot of seek,  those years made me strong, they made me more human, they made me a woman.
The end of adolescence is a long period, especially in this era in which the increase of  human life has double thanks to science research.
I’ve always been more mature than other people my age, responsibility it’s something that I always took  very seriously and  i always been a dedicated person but my adolescence was as long as for the rest of people.
First I  started college, and got a little job for babysitter in the evenings.
chemistry, physics, sound, design, art,  a new career every week  I just couldn’t make  my mind.
My life at that time  consisted of college, work, house, meditation and back to my mom newest department that she bought  with the latest achievement of a generous help from my grandmother.
We moved at the end of my high school year with a pregnant cat and more things that could cradle the small apartment and after two months of moving i got sick with mononucleosis just when the cat had breeding.
Boxes, cats, mucus, and soup took my forty days of quarantine , together  with  a change of course, and the arrival of a new life.
By then my commitment to Robert and his spiritual work was already on, and i would follow him forever, I got  into all the groups, participate in all activities, try all the meditations, I discovered new things about myself, I cried, I laughed , sang, danced, I hug, I learned to give, to take responsibility for my actions, to look deeper within myself, to allow feelings to be myself  and to make room for the mystery in life.Things that I cannot explain in words occur when sharing experiences with Robert, his power awakens parties who are hide behind veils. Roberto helps break structures that enclose us, he helps build roads to freedom and to knowledge.
his generosity is so great that not all this gratitude that I feel can afford to pay back what he did for me and all the thing that he gave me that I cannot describe, because they belong in a different place of understanding.

they were years of opening, I opened to Robert and stepped away from all friends, people in the groups began to be my people, my guides, my companions of journey, my mirrors, and I opened to them also . And i changed, i changed a lot, I became more human and i woke up to something that was more than just Veronica.

Roberto named me  Maria Jose,  and I used that name for a very long time.

Some of the food at True midtown kitchen

I decided to quit collage  and I got a full time job in a coffee shop right when my  mom lost her  job where she had been for the last ten years of her life. Argentina’s economy did not help.
the hectic pace of rush hour,  service, coffee, soda, lunch, dessert and croissants made me just love the service industry and decided to pursue a career as a chef. A decicion that framework and continues to lead my steps.

The career was a success, every Saturday morning we would cooked exotic things, eggs, vegetables, fish, meats, homemade pastas, sauces, breads, desserts, cold buffet, hot buffet, canapes, soups, salads. I learned as much as i could have and I graduated with honors, on my speech during graduation I said to may fellow students, we are the future chefs, the food is in our hands. I didn’t know back then that just in a few years Ferran Adria would change everything that we new about cooking and we would have to start learning all over again, but that’s another story.

Now I’m the chef of the restaurant where I work, I work for one of the best chef owners of the city, I thank him for the oportinity and trust. We share the love of food, culinary techniques and deep flavors.  The long learning my way up here are represented in the dishes that I cook every day.

From that time i never stopped cooking, and cooking is my life but it is not the only important thing in my life.

Diversity, change, spirituality, creativity, family, friendship, honor, freedom and relationship are the tiles that support my walk, and in every step I learn and it makes me stronger,it makes me more human and a better person


Fairhope Arts and Craft show

To day my husband, my little puppy and me visited this Show for first time and we have a blast.

We had the opportunity to see amazing artists and everyone was in love with our puppy ( of course, i mean she is irresistible!! )

So I’m really considering on trying to participate next year.

We had such a wonderful time, it was a beautiful day , and have the chance to see really talented crafters, jewelers, artists and dogs:)

we came back exhausted!!!

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Great work by TurtleXIII on Etsy, Lovely Lavender Bracelet

Lovely Lavender Bracelet by TurtleXIII on Etsy.

Peachy by Mehru on Etsy Treasury

Peachy by Mehru on Etsy.

A long journey all the way until here and now. (fifth part)

It was in third grade when it began the pattern that would mark me into all my traveling, the need for adventure, the need of loneliness, the necessity  of not belonging  and the need to be assessed by my courage.
And even now that my best feature is actually my great heart, my innocence and my ability to forgive and respect the freedom of the people I know;  My courage has surprised many people and has been  the door to many passages in my life.
when I started a few camps organized by a Jewish institution in which 50 boys and girls form the same age as me shared twenty days in a remote part of the country. they all knew each other and  I didn’t  known them, and I was the most timid girl in the world, but i decided to go along  and went and i did it for three years in a row.
There I met my sensitivity, my ability to go really deep into myself and share my feelings, I discovered my love for the groups, for nature, for fires, mountains, lakes and freedom.
We slept under the stars, we discovered water under the stones, we carried cans of food and heavy  pans on our  back packs , we cook for many and I like it, in fact i loved it,  I’ve learned to make fire and to survive with little.
Those trips taught me communication, The importance of relationships, the importance of who we are, the differences in personalities and how wonderful nature is.
The felling of been terribly smaller than nature  swimming in the middle of a frozen lake surrounded by towering mountains ,right there  in the end of the world.
And I also learned to appreciate the daily comforts of a warm bed and delicious food, family and home.
Each time a life cycle ends in my life , a gap is formed and i takes me  years to fill up again. In order to change costumes between then and now i have to rip my skins of and re-grow them, it hurts but it’s worth adjusting to a new personality to a new routine, new people is what it costs me more in life, but it seems that is what i try to reach again and again and even though i still young i have changed my costumes hundreds and hundreds of times some of them i dont even remember. And at the age of eighteen i finish high school without knowing what to do in my life,  so i made a backpacking trip with two friends to Patagonia to give that cycle a beautiful end and return one last time to cross the mountains, the lakes, the nature, the fire and the camping one of the many loves in my life.
Mom spent her whole life searching for a spiritual path, at home there were tons of books of any religion, it was her who taught me to meditate when i was nine years old, imagine a light that surrounds your body and follow it with your mind she told me, she was the one who try to cure my skin allergies with all kinds of alternative medicine, prayer and witchcraft. she told me about her Chinese doctor, the Dalai Lama about Buddha,about the strength of the spirit, magic, the power of meditation, God, the importance of food and what we eat. I remember when there was buckets of brown rice in the refrigerator, and that we ate for weeks, now that I remember laughing, because I hated it bak then, is one of my favorite meals, imagine why.
And so one day in her quest, mom came into this hiding place, in an unknown street in a remote area in the middle of a giant city, called La Casita, ( the small hause) but rather than small it was great in space, in love, in energy, relationship, in wisdom, spirit and love of life.
Mom started to admire  the teacher and creator of the space, Roberto, very quickly, and his charisma, his energy, his teachings, his knowledge of human psychology where amazing.
I didn’t wanna go first even though my mom invited me to go many , many times, my path from there it would be trough dark, pain, confusion and much more all the way long to the  knowledge of myself and into the unknown, a path that continues until to day.
 I was just eighteen years and I consider myself one of the luckiest people in the world by being able to share that time ,those years, that path by the hand of my master, my father, my friend, my guide, my ally, my light, my shortcut to God, who knows me more than my own self, my dear Robert.
Today the distance spread us away from each other but  finds us through the speed of an e-mail once a month, in which Robert, reminds  me again and again on how important I am, that I’m never alone, that my way is hard and very lonely, but worth it. He teaches that the risk is good, that the body is sacred, that relationships have to be honest, open and deep, that following the crowd take as away from our truth, that we are alone in this world but we have each other, that the enemy is not fear but the fear of fear, he recommends to meditate every day , it is the best thing that we can give to ourselves, and especially to maintain a relationship with him is the best a man can do, because he  is closer to something bigger ,  his wisdom is immense, his energy explodes my tears.
I thank Roberto for all that he has given me, taught me, shown me and driven to do, there is no way to measure it. Thanks him to give my life a meaning, and give me a relationship with God, nobody has mark my life as much as Roberto did and still do.
One of my desires on life is that anybody in this world could have had someone like Roberto in their life since there where young like I did, I feel privileged. He showed me the way, he gave unconditional love to me and all my path companions.

Outstanding Lamp work glass by Binduglass by maayan

My name is Maayan and I’m 31 years old , I’m a full-time lampwork bead artist.
I live in a beautiful village in northern Israel with my family: my loving man, our beautiful two years old daughter, three big dogs and four spoiled cats…(yes, I love animals and want even more.. ♥ ♥ )

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here is the link to her Etsy shop and more amazing work

I would like to introduce an amazing artist and textile designer. Magda

She says:

“Being a self-taught designer from Romania, I enjoy and try to make the most of my uniquely novel experience in India where I live, love and create at the moment!

I love the creative process, to sink deep and go far and get to a surprise destination can bring so much inner satisfaction – so that’s my favorite game!”

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Here is the link to her Etsy shop and more amazing work

A long journey all the way here and now ( The story continues, forth part!)

And then… they came the years in which I had a family that most of the people would called “normal”
Normal by the simple fact of being formed by a man a woman, and a few children, in my opinion I have seen many families like these in my teenage years, and I can assure you that they were far from being normal.
Anyway… My mom met a man who had a son. And for a while we were five, which for us was crowd.
We rented a house in colegiales with unintelligible rooms and a staircase like from another planet, but it was my favorite, I would raise and fall that ladder for many years, since we moved there trough all my second childhood until my adolescence, and when we move out from that house many years later, because it was just too large. I Cried, and cried a lot ; because  that house was my forte, my anchor, my creator and my friend, that House had life, and spoke to me.

In the nigh i use to listened attentively because the house secrets were mentioned only during silence. I use to climb  the roof of my room out the window and I would discover the stars, the immensity of the universe  and the frontiers of my own soul surrender by magnificence .
In that House, I had my favorite cats, that they had their kittens and we were many cats for a while, I had my first broken heart, first in a long list, I had thoughts of suicide. I’ve played football in the living room, ate dulce de leche from buckets of ten pounds, spent nights awake talking with best friends when they slip over. I’ve tasted some drugs, I got my firs hangover, listened  to classical music and Charly garcía. Dine on television, studied, drawn,  painted. Cry, fell in love, I’ve wrote. I’ve lost, win, met the solitude, I’ve felt anguish. I’ve revealed, i got angry, I locked up in my room. And more things that have no name.
The family years have flown by  as a burst and we returned to be just the three of us  when mom got tired, and well that she did, of the nights of drunkenness, the bad treatment and the smell of wine in the mornings.

that would be the first time that I would saw her cry, and i would not see her cry many times more in my life .

Strong as just few women and with a heart of a golden mine my mom had the personality of a lion, a strength of honor and respect. I admire my mother for her courage of  raising us without the need of a man to look after her.  She always carried a burden on her shoulder, I admire my mother for her teaching for her kind worlds, for her love, her sensitivity and specially for giving me the push towards the meeting of the Master and in consequence within myself, for her unconditional love,  for her strength, intelligence, sense of humor and her ability to learn and forgive, I thank her for showing me the power of a woman and the strength of humanity, I thank her for showing me the path to a spiritual life and to live a live of honestly and honor. Nothing I could  ever hide from her, we always had the roots that connected us and intrigued us.
When i finish primary school and beteinu, I got  into a hole. Beteinu was that place where i felt secure, because it belonged to me. But now i was facing the whole new world just by myself. Back then I was just an average chunky little girl who was sensitive, and i mean extremely sensitive who was just been thrown to the middle of the arena full of lions. Fear its just a small world that can describe my feelings in the next eight years. it was the first time in my life that i started to see the variety on human kind and how much we are able to hurt each other without even noticing, my first aha of many to come, and my reaction to the rest of the world was hiding, like if it hiding i would be able to avoid the pain of been different, luckily the years have shown me that been different is what defines my life and that ,deep inside ,is the common sensation in any one of us. Felling different its what define us as beings ,  all we have to do is just find each other and admitted. After many years i would actually understand that fear was what all children of my age where feeling, it was just the personalties that where making us react in such a different ways, some where rebellious, some where angry, some where trying to be perfect, or don’t even care. I decided to hide  and i hide for a very, very long time.
With my artistic skills mom enrolled me  at a secondary school of Art which was one hour by bus away from Home. The school schedule was divided into two shifts, in the morning arts and in the afternoon regular high school  , but I lost the day of the enrolling exam so I only got accepted for art in the morning wich it meant that i would have to go to a different school in the afternoon so i got split into two schools one hour away from each other.
During those times Mara and I were as remote as two unknown, she was already on the fifth year of high school experimenting with drugs ,alcohol, boys, parties and friendship. While me, well i was still a child, tr

friends that taught me about friendship

ying to start a new life that it was locking me up more and more inside myself.
That dairy three hour journey trough the city from art school to high school , didn’t work, and i decided to stick with just the high school part in the afternoons, where i would become my adventure trough adolescence, friendship and freedom.
and i became a friend, a friend of just a few but that kind of friendship that would never feel so strong again, because life start to distracts us and we are no longer the same. When we are teenagers we still believe in something and live our innocence trying to obliterate the world,  and then the world pay us back  with a wave of questions to which we cannot find answers. And as soon as we find a response, a piece of soul Withers. And so life gives us the chance to return to irrigate the soul, but the road has been long and relapses.

I didn’t keep any  friends from that time because my life and me personality led me to a trip through the world in which I did not believe in past times. But I remember the depth, the confidence, campings, my first marijuana cigarette, my first time getting really drunk, secretly kisses, photos, more  photos. And also,of course, I remember the eternal sense of feel as an outsider and not belonging, the insecurity about my body, and the jealousy.

Jealousy would be the first master from a long list of feelings to start the
road trough my fight against my own insecurity. And what i have learned is indescribable.

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