Finding balance. Photo: Margarita Rabinovich, 2021 “Anxiety was born in the very same moment as mankind. And since we will never be able to master it, we will have to learn to live with it—just as we have learned to live with storms.” Paulo Coelho, Brazilian lyricist
"The body is a multilingual being. It speaks through its colour and its temperature, the flush of recognition, the glow of love, the ash of pain, the heat of arousal, the coldness of non-conviction. . . . It speaks through the leaping of the heart, the falling of the spirits,
“Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” Carl Jung, Psychiatrist and Psychotherapist Photo by Margarita, 2011 “Refuge for a little bug.” Therapy is cool. It’s about learning a new life skill. I was
The post-holiday elation is upon us. Photo: Ana Sgambato & Margarita Rabinovich, 2019 "Winter friendship." I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says
Photo: Margarita, 2019 “Wings are for landing.” “The only choice we have as we mature is how we inhabit our vulnerability, how we become larger and more courageous and more compassionate through our intimacy with disappearance, our choice is to inhabit vulnerability as generous citizens of loss, robustly and fully,
Photo: Margarita, Another cycle of beauty. "When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will
Photo: Margarita, 2020, “Gentle connection” “People speak to me about my son - ‘I’m so sorry for you’ - but no one says, ‘I loved him so much.’ I was busy in grief, which I don’t expect to stop. Suddenly realizing that the last thing my son would want was
Photo: A candle for Alex, Margarita, 2012 I had my own notion of grief. I thought it was the sad time That followed the death of someone you love. And you had to push through it To get to the other side. But I'm learning there is no other side.