{"id":13138,"date":"2025-06-01T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2025-06-01T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/marinascateni.com\/es\/blog\/morir-y-renacer-el-poder-transformador-de-mis-practicas-diarias"},"modified":"2025-06-01T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2025-06-01T00:00:00","slug":"morir-y-renacer-el-poder-transformador-de-mis-practicas-diarias","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ondamarinaholistica.com\/en\/morir-y-renacer-el-poder-transformador-de-mis-practicas-diarias\/","title":{"rendered":"DYING AND REBORN: THE TRANSFORMATIVE POWER OF MY DAILY PRACTICES"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00ab"Dad, do you want me to take you to bed?" I nodded, my eyes already welling with tears. My father was dying right before my eyes, and my heart was breaking. squeezed into a gag<\/strong> from which I couldn't free myself until several months later. I pushed his wheelchair into his room and called my mother to help me lift him into bed. His body had grown heavy; his earthly life was leaving him. I took him by the chest and laid him on the bed; his limp arms encircled mine\u2026 In this last embrace, my father sighed.<\/p>\n

And the world around me changed. Or so I thought. In reality, it was I who couldn't feel the ground beneath my feet. Sleepless nights began, a restlessness... wrapped<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

\u00ab"Your father was an elegant man until the very end." I started looking at myself in the mirror and seeing myself with that same elegance; I searched for it in my clothes, in my hairstyles. It was hard to find myself without him. Who was I without my father alive? I never would have thought that the bond with my dad would be so strong and almost vital to me. I thought I had prepared myself, that I was old enough to take on his role. exit from the scene<\/strong>. I thought that then I would stop missing him, like I had all my life, perhaps\u2026<\/p>\n

Sadness me invaded<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

Two months after his death, I suddenly stopped and began to cry. The man by my side at that time was unwilling to offer me the gentleness I needed; he judged my grief as abnormal and frustrated<\/strong> My need to experience it. This added to the many different perspectives on daily life. I left his house that day, knowing I would never return. My father was already beginning to guide me from above so that I could find the strength to make the right decisions. Besides, he had never liked this man for me.<\/p>\n

The losses then became two: two separations, two awakenings, and two acceptances of the end. I began to decline greatly. My inner self She was crumbling under the weight of these two deaths and could find no way out.<\/strong>. The sadness was stronger than my vital energy. I absolutely had to do something: my son needed my presence and my joy. The center I had just opened (a few days after his passing, I signed the lease for a space for yoga and natural therapies that I had dreamed of finding for years; once again, a feather fell from above) It revolved around me and required me with all my strength intact.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I felt like I was collapsing<\/strong> More and more each day, and I was fully aware of it. I decided to do something. The intention was very strong, as was the will to get out of that situation.<\/p>\n

Me I clung<\/strong> I went to practice every morning. At 5:30, I made the effort to get up and practice Ashtanga Yoga or Vinyasa, finishing with several Qi Gong exercises to rebalance my energy. After each practice, I felt reborn. Day after day, I felt my vital energy returning, and with it, the desire to go out.<\/p>\n

And so, the change in frequency within me brought about a splendid coach<\/em> who accompanied me with her wonderful presence and comforting hugs. I then added meditation to my daily routine and peace began to fill my heart.<\/p>\n

The insomnia persisted, and the antidote was a retreat at Plum Village. I slept immersed in the forest and practiced an hour of yoga and an hour of meditation daily with a partner. Mindful walks and self-observation during the day brought me back to that mental calm that allowed me to sleep again. Once more, daily practices and the mindfulness<\/em> They were the antidote to restore balance.<\/p>\n

The book '\u2018My Daily Practices<\/strong>\u2018'It is written with all my heart, so that you too you can develop<\/strong> this precious tool and experiment<\/strong> the inner arts, creating<\/strong> Your healing refuge and your strength for everyday life. We die and are reborn several times in one existence, but what you achieve by having a daily routine of inner arts allows you to be reborn more quickly each time, and to shine brighter each time and with greater inner peace.<\/p>\n

Keep your Light alive by cultivating the seeds of it every day. harmony and full awareness<\/strong> to live life to the fullest.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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