About

I would like to remain an anonymous woman, though my life is spread across each piece.

I am the dream I carry around. It is disarmingly simple to write down but don’t be fooled; it takes all of me. The dream doesn’t work at the level of achievement; it is a matutinal matter.

I’m the dream that every morning when my dark floating is done, I arrive at the warm sheets, at the crack of sunlight on the wall, and realize—with a sweep of delight— that I’m living this life.

That’s it.

I want to experience, on a daily basis, the great pleasure of being me.

This kind of awareness goes beyond what it takes to live in the world (to thrive in it, even). This awareness is about meaning. This is the poetics of living.

My work is my dream for the world, for you: that you experience the great pleasure of being you. It is the work of the Reparadora; and I have very little to do with it. It happens by a process I don’t understand (dare I use the word magic?) in the conversation between your life and the larger life that contains you.

In this moment, because you’re here, the great pleasure of being you happens in the conversation is between your essence and mine.