TORONTO
Translating my heart
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The last night of October I said goodbye to this transformative month doing what I love most,
SINGING
Singing just for the pleasure of it.
No demands. Without a “goal” to meet.
Singing because I love to sing.
I like it when I give myself nights like this.
I allow myself to experiment, I allow myself to play, I allow myself to be free with my sound and enjoy it.
I allow myself to let go of self-criticism and return to the tender root of passion where I sowed the seeds of what is now my professional and creative career.
I immerse myself in a flow where I choose the songs that my intuition dictates to me.
Tonight, the pieces I started singing were the songs that were part of my face /my cycle/my chapter in Toronto.
Oh Toronto...
That enormous gift of life where for the first time I lived outside Mexico and began to unlearn many customs and beliefs that had been in me, in order to learn and expand my being.
As I sang on that last October moon, I began to bring to mind those memories that I hadn't visited in a long time.
I saw that brave little Clau finding her voice, learning for the first time these songs that today are tattooed in the repertoire of my soul.
To expand a little more on this moment where the portal opened to remember my challenging and loving time in Toronto, I borrowed the idea of writing a “letter to the city” from Isa Garcia.
Singing and writing is my way of honoring who I was, embodying who I am today.
-The creative path-.
The meeting between you and me in this Key Change piece this week is for:
Share with you what my heart wrote to Toronto. If something resonates or moves you, I would love for you to let me know in the comments.
Invite you to ask yourself the following:
What stage of my life has been challenging and at the same time has brought gifts?
What is a limiting belief that I consider to be true? What would be a belief that would free me?
What is that activity that makes me feel inspired and forget that time passes?
LETTER TO TORONTO.
Dear Toronto:
4 years after having set foot on those sacred lands of yours, almost 2 years after having collected my suitcases and seeing you for the last time (until now).
I write to connect with your energy here and now.
I have a lot to be grateful for.
I thank you for offering me the school that gave me beyond what I was looking for.
More than “Musical Theatre” it was the intense study of art, performing arts.
I thank you for giving me the place that received me so I could rest with beings with good hearts.
I thank you for breaking me.
I thank you for breaking the shell that enveloped my vulnerability and prevented me from growing.
I'm not going to lie to you.
Did it hurt.
It hurt to feel the disconnection with my body
It hurt to feel the disconnection with the language that wanted to communicate with me called intuition.
It hurt to have to stop lying to myself and start acting with the truth.
I ask your forgiveness because I did not give my heart to you, my heart was held by another person and although I consciously gave it to them (I do not regret it),
It prevented me from sowing certain important seeds upon arrival.
I started sowing seeds when my days were numbered in your city.
You challenged me, you betrayed me, you pushed me and took me out of my comfort zone.
But you also gave me growth, knowledge, relationships, friendships and most importantly: VISION
I love you Toronto, I realize I miss you.
I realize that my root as an artist is with you and I don't want to stop giving water to that root.
In you I discovered matcha, the oracles.
That, although your cold winds shook me, you gave me tools that are peace and anchor.
I will be waiting for your answer,
This is my step towards you.
Thanks Toronto.
I forgive you, I love you. “
Sees it,
Love
Clau ♡
