martes, 29 de agosto de 2017

Building Bridges / Construyendo puentes


2017 started rough.  When I got my scholarship at B-School, I knew I had to merge all my talents and gifts, but I was not sure how.  If you are big-hearted, sensitive and gifted, it’s hard to make a living by working on different small business which do not relate at all.  There’s a need to be coherent and to be loyal to my higher self. 

When I built my website, which needs to be redesigned, I included the phrase ‘Words & Bridges’.  I was sure I wanted to build bridges and help people build their own ones with a very good use of language (creative writing, translating, editing, teaching, etc.).  Yet, holistic therapies did not seem to match with language services.

It took me about seven months (without counting my previous 52 years on this planet) to realize that the answer and the key had already been written by me: bridges.

El 2017 comenzó como una pesadilla, una maestría en pruebas que el universo se empeñó en perfeccionar para mi evolución y superación de aquello que no había aprobado con  las mejores notas.  Cuando obtuve mi beca en B-School, sabía que tenía que fusionar todos mis dones y talentos, pero no tenía muy claro cómo debía hacerlo.  Cuando se tiene un gran corazón, se es sensible y se viene con ciertos dones, es difícil ganarse la vida trabajando en pequeñas ocupaciones que no se relacionan, generando además una dispersión de energía que produce agobio en mí, y confusión en las otras personas.  Muchos nombres.  Muchos roles.  Un universo con coordenadas difíciles de interpretar.

Cuando diseñé mi página web, que necesita ser re-diseñada, incluí la frase ‘Palabras & Puentes’.  Estaba segura de querer construir puentes y ayudar a las personas a construir los suyos con un buen uso de las palabras (redacción creativa, traducción, enseñanza de idiomas, edición, etc.).  Aún así, las terapias holísticas no parecían tener relación con mis servicios lingüísticos o literarios.

Me llevó alrededor de siete meses (sin contar los 52 años que llevo en este planeta) darme cuenta que la respuesta y la clave ya había sido escrita por mí: puentes.

Simbología del Puente
Según Guénon, literalmente, el Pontifex romano era un “constructor del puente”, es decir, de aquello que media entre dos mundos separados.  San Bernardo dice que el pontífice, como lo indica la etimología de su nombre, es una especie de puente entre Dios y el hombre.  Por esta razón, el arco iris es un símbolo natural del pontificado.
En Israel era la señal de alianza entre el Creador y sus pueblos.  En China, el signo de unión del cielo y de la tierra.  En Grecia, es Iris, el mensaje de las deidades.  En multitud de pueblos es el puente que liga lo sensible y lo suprasensible.  Sin este significado místico, el puente simboliza siempre el traspaso de un estado a otro, el cambio o el anhelo de cambio.  Como decimos, el paso del puente es la transición de un estado a otro, en diversos niveles (épocas de la vida, estados del ser), pero la “otra orilla”, por definición, es la muerte.
Fuente: Diccionario de Símbolos – Juan Eduardo Cirlot

Releyendo la simbología del puente, entiendo que el arco iris, la alquimia, la comunicación entre diferentes dimensiones, mundos, personas, ciudades, culturas y entre los diferentes planos de nuestro propio ser, están todos relacionados por la misma magia, por el signo de la evolución y el cambio constante, por la capacidad de transitar las diferentes épocas con la mejor sabiduría.

After Reading again about the symbolism of bridges, I could understand that alchemy, communication between different dimensions, worlds, people, cities, cultures and the different energy centres of our own being; they are all related by the same magic, by the sign of evolution and constant change, by the wisdom to go from one stage to the other without discomfort or pain.

More than physical structure, the image of a bridge mythically symbolizes the pathway to paradise. It is a transition or movement to a better place. The transition over the bridge symbolizes what has been referred to in Mythology 210 as “paradise found” or “the return.” It is the final stage of myths and the ending of the journey.
There are several aspects in the transition to paradise that the bridge embodies. The first is the crossing of the bridge itself, often a test or challenge of worthiness. The nature of the actual bridge may test the soul. Those who are evil or fail the tests fall into darkness or hell while the good move safely to heaven.

You can read more about the symbolism of bridges on this blog.

People have been asking about my holistic centre, which seems to exist on the ethereal plane.  Today, I’ve seen it too.  I already know the name: Bridges.

Hace un tiempo, las personas preguntan por mi centro holístico, es como si existiera en el plano etérico.  Recién hoy, he podido verlo también.  Ahora ya sé su nombre: Puentes.

Creer para ver.

Susannah Lorenzo
Meherdeep Kaur
Soledad Lorena

viernes, 4 de agosto de 2017

My journey with B-School

This is not a five-figure business yet, sometimes, it is not even a four-figure one.  But it feels like I’ve lived a decade in only seven months and a lot has changed inside me.

For me, 2017 started with a heavy baggage of negative beliefs, empty fridge and pocket, no savings, no prospects and deep suicidal thoughts.

It was when I was in the midst of that emotional desert that I heard about Marie Forleo and her free 3-video training.  I decided to watch the videos and learn something from them, I was going insane and I thought they would keep my mind busy with something useful.  They did not only help me stay afloat (mentally speaking) but they inspired me and encouraged me to do things I had never done.

My family was helping me with some money which was enough to pay the rent and internet.  Internet was the only resource, apart from my skills.  By the end of the second video, I had already designed my first website and I felt brave enough to make a fan page on Facebook with my gifts related to holistic therapies.  Finding a tribe of big-hearted multi-talented muffins was a blessing.  I got busy reading, studying and doing.

Most 2017 B-Schoolers know my story: when I applied for the scholarship, it was not because I thought I could have a chance, but because I needed to step out of my comfort zone and record a video with my basic mobile.  I was bold and brave.  I uploaded the video on YouTube and when I was about to delete it, I got to know I was one of the lucky scholars.

I have to admit that I came to a standstill with B-School on April 11th, after completing module 3.  It was not because I was tired or because I was not interested any more.  I will resume and catch up with B-School; you know, there is no behind.  I had to stop because there was a lot going on inside and outside.  B-School is not only about learning how to make a 5-figure business but about how to become a better person in the process and how to discover the hidden layers of yourself and giving your gifts a voice.  It’s all about being coherent and consistent.  

When I started B-School, I was sure (at least I believed that) I wanted to focus on Language Services: writing, translating, proofreading, editing and teaching.  My holistic centre was a long term dream, something quietly hiding in the background, being left for the free time as non profitable talents/gifts.  The thing is, B-School actually helped me unfold myself, it helped me realize that if I wanted to help people build bridges with words, I had to build or improve the bridges between my soul, my mind, my heart and my body.  

During the first stage (The Follow Through Formula, some videos from the Copy Cure, Start the Right Business and Modules 1 to 3), I started doing before being ready; I met awesome people on line; I changed the way I connected to people; I changed the way I posted on social media; I made all my gifts and talents visible.  I gave up being obsessed by the result and how much money I would make and I started doing things from the heart and enjoying the process.

Let Go.  Let God.

I ended up taking my decks of cards, just for fun, to a flea market where I was trying to sell my handcrafted books and some crochet facial towels.  Guess what?  I ended up doing lots of holistic tarot  readings  and not selling a single book or CD.  I did sell a crochet towel.  So, what was the universe trying to tell me?  I was clueless.

There were too many muffins, too many names and I could not make them merge and fit so that I could upgrade my website and tell the world who I am.  What did the holistic therapist have to do with the creative writer and the interpreter?  I couldn’t figure it out then, that’s why I came to a standstill.
You know, everything is figureoutable,  as Marie says.

Now, I know: Communication is the essence of everything.  Words and bridges make communication successful, not only when writing, reading or translating but when reading the cards or running a holistic workshop.  

My soul knew it when I made that poor video to apply for the scholarship at B-School: My mission is to help people build bridges.  There are many different types of bridges, the ones you can see and the ones you can feel.  Some people need bridges to improve their relationships, some others need to learn how to use words to improve their business, other people need to find new methods of learning a second language, some other people need to build a bridge between their souls, hearts and minds so that they can discover their gifts.

Bonus:  I am no longer looking for a job or looking at ads.  I no longer call myself ‘unemployed’.  I am an entrepreneur and I run my own business.

What I have gained

  • I have made friends and found soul sisters.
  • I have become bold, brave, fearless, fancy, sassy and incredibly awesome.
  • I have done a lot of free work which has helped me improve my skills and let people (and myself) know that I’m capable of doing.
  • I have received amazing gifts: from a webcam to healing sessions.
  • Confidence.  Insight. Experience. Knowledge.  Encouragement. 

What I have learnt

  • To work on my weak spots: lack of confidence, lack of clarity, lack of consistency.
  • To improve the quality of content.
  • To show people how I can make a difference.
  • To share my gifts without feeling shame.
  • To be vulnerable without regret.
  • To receive without feeling unworthy or guilty.
  • To do even if I am not ready.
  • To keep going.
  • To say No.
  • To say Yes.
  • To ask for help.
  • To let go and let God.
  • To put myself out there.
  • To offer my services.
  • To work on my sweet spot.  I discovered there was no sweet spot between my UAP and my ICA.
  • To be gentle to myself.
  • Not to be ashamed.
  • To put myself in the way of beauty.
  • To make a smart use of SEO and to improve my key words.

What I have done

  • I connected to people with surveys and I was not afraid of asking questions about what my website or my products look like.
  • I designed my website.  I improved it a couple of times.
  • I launched my newsletter and started with my mailing list.
  • I have organized contests, raffles and draws to giveaway and share what I do: handcrafted books and CDs, crochet and holistic tarot readings.
  • I organized a secret pal gift exchange with some B-Schoolers.
  • I interviewed people on line who were not my clients.
  • I am already exchanging services with other local entrepreneurs.
  • I created my channel on YouTube.  I regularly upload my own videos, related to my skills, services or talents.
  • I have designed my first holistic workshop (Words & Bridges) which I will be running in a few weeks.
  • I have my first student on line.  He’s been learning English for 3 months and he plans to continue with the lessons even after travelling on business to USA.
  • I have improved the service for one English student who works in the south of our country and he only comes three times a month.  Now, it’s a combined service, on line tutoring and private lessons when he is around.
  • I have posted ads and I’ve been very active on social media regarding holistic tarot, so I do readings quite often. ( I have printed my own fancy business cards as a holistic therapist.)
  • I’m working as virtual assistant (free) for two of my children.  I manage social media and produce content for their fan pages.  The videos and posts on my son’s fan page have been shared and liked by many people all over the country.
  • I have stepped out and jumped off my comfort zone many times.
  • I have created a lot of free content.
  • I have undergone deep healing processes.
  • I am doing research on new healing techniques.
  • A new deck of cards is now in my purse.  I felt the calling and I got a new one.  So, at first I had Angels Cards and Susannah’s Tarot; now I also have Egyptian Tarot.
  • I’ve invested some money and I sell incense sticks.
  • I designed a brand new logo and shared its meaning and symbolism on social media.  It’s a logo for all my talents, passions and gifts.

What I still have to do

  • To improve sleeping habits.  (I have, to some extent but I lose the pace easily.)
  • To schedule walking or exercise routine according to my health issues.
  • To work on my 2019 journal.
  • To improve my habits and work on my rituals.
  • To work on my strategy canvas.
  • To redesign and rebuild my website.
  • To give my sleeping beauty a kiss: my newsletter has been asleep for too long.
  • To grow my mailing list.
  • To go back to B-School and go through the first stage so that I am fresh and clear to work on Module 4.
  • To relax more.
  • To enjoy more.
  • To feel at ease with this new me.
  • To revisit the sacred temple of friendship with my soul sisters.
  • To ask for some professional photos for my website and fan pages.

Special thanks to:

  • Marie Forleo and her team for believing in me, for seeing something I could not see.
  • Barbarba Sianesi, for her friendship, support, gifts and for introducing me to the journey and holding space for me.
  • Viridiana Perez Frias, for her friendship, support, accountability, gifts and for being actively connected to my fan pages and website.
  • Viviana Cerrutti, for her friendship, support, accountability and advice.  I was able to make many changes thanks to her experience and coaching.
  • All the kind and awesome B-Schoolers who keep in touch and inspire me with their posts and work.

Susannah Lorenzo
August 3, 2017

San Juan

lunes, 31 de julio de 2017


Estaba ordenando archivos y encontré esta foto de septiembre del 2014.  Fue un año bisagra, no sólo porque cumplí 50, sino porque meses antes mi salud colapsó y mi cuerpo dijo basta para muchas cosas que debieran ser normales a mi edad.

Más allá del malestar físico, fue una crisis emocional, luchando por aceptar, entender y justificar lo inevitable; aprendiendo a aceptar que todo está fuera de nuestro control y hay que hacer las paces con eso.

Por eso y a pesar de eso, decidí festejar mi cumpleaños 50 in red, con la ayuda de gente bella, amigas incondicionales y el aporte solidario de alumnas, compañeras, clientas y amigas.

Fue una celebración cuidada en cada detalle, con regalos para mí y para mis invitadas, una tarde de té donde cada una cumplió con la consigna de usar algo rojo.

Ya casi empieza agosto y eso quiere decir que falta poco para mi cumpleaños 53.
Físicamente poco ha cambiado, los problemas de salud no han empeorado, pero no han mejorado (aún).

Con mi cuerpo aún estamos haciendo las paces, trabajando en el amor propio y la aceptación de lo que no se puede hacer, disfrutando lo que sí se puede.

De todas las fotos de esa tarde, elegí ésta: porque representa la mesa servida y ornamentada para recibir siempre con el corazónn abierto, porque muestra los detalles que me gusta cuidar (I am a woman who cares.), porque está vestida de rojo, como el color que me animé a usar después de tantas décadas (y que he dejado de usar a menudo, desde que volví a San Juan, no he vuelto a usar mis tacones rojos); porque me recuerda que siempre se puede celebrar, porque me devuelve la esperanza en la amistad, la generosidad y la buena voluntad.

Casi 53
Casi septiembre

martes, 4 de abril de 2017

About discouragement and freedom

I was curled up in physical pain and discomfort when I got an email from Marie Forleo sharing one of her inspiring videos and the text started like this:

"Have you ever felt discouraged, disheartened or even depressed by the turmoil and uncertainty that surrounds you?When we’re engulfed in circumstances that feel beyond our control, finding the strength and courage to keep going isn’t always easy. Understandably, we can feel helpless and alone."

As I breathed in, trying to feel better, I could not help writing these words in my mind.
When we are feeling discouraged and helpless, I think we all share the same feeling around the world: we crave for freedom.

An architect in Iraq feels discouraged because what she creates might be destroyed by war.
A poet feels invisible after writing a beautiful book which nobody wants to buy.
A child feels unmothered because her mother does not accept her sensitive and creative soul.
A teacher feels helpless because clients come asking for miracle pills or stunning diplomas, they are not willing to learn.
A woman in her fifties feels hopeless in spite of her talents and gifts because people out there want to hire young beautiful ladies who are already successful.

As an artist, as a passionate teacher, as a talented interpreter or as a creative writer; I always give my best.  It’s the pleasure of having an image in my head or a feeling in my heart and being able to translate it into words.  It’s the satisfaction of finding endless ways of teaching something to somebody who cannot understand a foreign language.  It’s the contentment to create a new recipe in the kitchen and prepare a delicious meal even when there are not enough ingredients.  It’s the pride of doing an oracle reading for free and knowing that the person who received it had an insight with our words.
Nevertheless, we cannot control what people do with our creations or work, we cannot control what people feel about it and we cannot even control if we will be here to see if people enjoy them as much as we do.

Unfortunately, we do not live in a bubble of art, creativity, wisdom and enlightenment. We have to pay our bills, make a living and survive in a jungle of people who are far from sensitive.

If we are broke and cannot choose what food to buy or when to eat; if we have health issues or some chronic disease and we cannot choose how to move our body or our physical condition determines our routine; if we are hiding in a corner afraid of what might happen outside; if we are deprived from simple things which seem so normal to the rest of the world; we are not free, we are prisoners of our circumstances.

We all crave for freedom.  We all need to feel free to do what we need or want.

And then, there is another feeling we all share: hope.  It is "hope of deliverance from the darkness that surrounds us" (Paul Mc Cartney) which helps us try one step at a time, just for today.

2017 started with a lot of scarcity for me.  Summer seemed to be winter and surviving on ‘God shall provide’ and energy saving mode made me feel defeated.  In spite of being broke and blocked, I applied for a scholarship at B-School and I got it.  It has kept my mind busy and it has led me to meet awesome people from different parts of the world. 

Studying at B-School helps me feel hope: hope that I may set myself free from my financial situation; hope that I may be successful in spite of my health issues; hope that I may not feel so lonely because there are other women who can support me in this tribe.

I must admit, I am not 100% sure I will succeed.  When I have to spend 50% of my day in bed in order to feel better; when I have no money and I am tired of trying different ways out and only finding myself in the same dead end; when the landlord wants his money and I have no idea how I will get it; when the tons of issues to solve are a lot heavier than the solutions I can find; then I feel discouraged and I want to give up.

But, there is a moment when I get an email like this morning, with a link to an inspiring video, or an email from one of new friends, or I get an unexpected gift, or I am able to write something beautiful in spite of the darkness; and then hope prevails and that spot of light just makes sense for today.

Susannah Lorenzo ©
April 4, 2017

sábado, 25 de marzo de 2017


Can every person be saved or rescued? Can every person be healed or fixed?
¿Se puede salvar o rescatar a todas las personas? ¿Se puede sanar o reparar a todas las personas?

It's not always about attitude, will, power and prayers.
No se trata siempre de actitudes, voluntad, poder y plegarias.

There are people who have never had a break. There are people who came to the wrong place, at the wrong time and with the wrong set of skills.
Hay personas que jamás tuvieron un respiro, que nacieron rotas. Hay personas que llegaron al lugar equivocado, en el momento equivocado y con las aptitudes inadecuadas.

There are people who try hard, very hard. There are people who want to save themselves and when that is not possible they ask for help. There are people who are brave enough to look at their wounds so that they can be healed from inside out.
Hay personas que realmente se esfuerzan. Hay personas que quieren salvarse y cuando eso es imposible, piden ayuda. Hay personas que son tan valientes que miran de cerca sus heridas para poder sanarse desde dentro hacia afuera.

Nevertheless, you cannot choose when or how to die, you cannot choose when a terrorist will shoot by your side, you cannot choose when a drunk driver will hit an innocent child, you cannot choose what people will think about your age and talents when you are looking for a job.
Sin embargo, no puedes elegir cuando o como morir, no puedes elegir cuando un terrorista dispará justo a tu lado, no puedes elegir cuando un conductor ebrio atropelle a un niño inocente, no puedes elegir lo que la gente pensará sobre tu edad y tus talentos, cuando estás buscando un trabajo.

When something is so wrong from the very beginning, when you were never taught to love yourself, when you were discouraged every step of the way, when you were mocked at for being sensitive, creative and big hearted, when there is not one thing which goes well in your life, then it's not enough.
Cuando algo está tan averiado desde el principio, cuando alguien nace estrellado, cuando nadie te ha enseñado a amarte, cuando te desalentaron en cada paso del camino, cuando se burlaron porque eres sensible, creativa y de gran corazón, cuando no hay una sola cosa que esté bien en tu vida; entonces, no es suficiente.

Don't tell me it is enough. Don't tell me that if I pray and meditate every day, all my reality will change, because I have tried for a long while. Don't tell me only attitude matters, unless you are brave enough to come and live this life, for at least a month.
No me digas que es suficiente. No me digas que si rezo y medito todos los días, toda mi realidad va a cambiar, porque ya lo he intentado durante mucho tiempo. No me digas que sólo la actitud importa, a menos que seas lo suficientemente valiente para venir a vivir esta vida, durante al menos un mes.

BTW, I am not in the mood for being that hologram keeping others happy, I am just tired of being the perfect picture on the night table at somebody else's house, as if being alive were enough.
Por cierto, no estoy de ánimo para ser ese holograma que mantiene a otros felices, simplemente estoy cansada de ser el retrato perfecto en la mesita de luz de otras personas, como si con estar viva les alcanzara o fuera suficiente.

I am not happy.
This is not my dream.
I am done with surviving.

Susie at a dead end
Still unable to bring prosperity and abundance to my life.
Empty fridge, empty pocket, empty schedule, no hug, no comfort, just silence.
No knocking at the door, no phone calls, no emails asking for services or buying handcrafted books.

The wall, when I saw this movie I could not but relate to the character.  I am surrounded by glass walls and there is nobody trying to reach me.

I, Daniel Blake, esta película muestra mi pasado y mi presente.  Una madre soltera con hijos que alimentar y sin trabajo, un desempleado con problemas de salud que no califican para asistencia del gobierno.Hay un punto ciego en donde una persona no puede jubilarse, y aunque quiere trabajar dignamente, está fuera del sistema.

Unemployed and faking normal, this article shows how women live or survive when they have no income and they are all on their own.

sábado, 25 de febrero de 2017

Extranjera entre mi gente

Las redes (FB, blog) se han vuelto mi bitácora de viaje, mi antídoto contra la soledad, mi vacuna contra la locura.

Pueden pasar días, semanas enteras y hasta meses en que no hablo con nadie, a menos que sea lo estrictamente necesario si voy a comprar algo y tengo algún alumno particular.  Si estoy sin trabajo, entonces no hablo con nadie.

Cuando decidí volver a San Juan (mi ciudad natal) hace un año y medio ya, lo hice porque los alquileres estaban más baratos que en Malargüe (Mendoza), y porque pensé que en una ciudad grande habrían más posibilidades de conseguir trabajo.  En lo profundo de mi corazón, tenía la esperanza que con dos hijos aquí, gran parte de mi familia (primos y tíos) y algunas viejas amigas, todo podría ser más fácil.

Creo que me equivoqué en muchas cosas.  Nunca me he sentido tan sola.  Es esa soledad que te lastima porque en realidad mucha gente te conoce y dicen quererte bien y dicen desearte lo mejor.

En este momento, si pudiera, embalaría todo nuevamente y me mudaría a una ciudad donde pudiera ser una completa desconocida, entonces, no me dolería pasar semanas y meses en completo ostracismo.  Quizá debería mudarme a un pueblo pequeño, donde pudiera vivir de mis dones.

Por supuesto, que si tuviera dinero y buen trabajo, y aceptara invitaciones para tomar algo o salir a comer, y pudiera hacer vida social, entonces, toda esa gente estaría 'conectada' y 'presente'.

Cuando las cosas van muy mal, cuando no tienes trabajo, cuando no puedes pagar una salida, cuando no puedes frecuentar los sitios donde todos van, cuando no puedes invitar a nadie a comer, porque ni siquiera tú tienes para comer; te vuelves una persona que todos evitan.  Como si se tratara de una enfermedad contagiosa, todos se alejan y si te hablan, quieren evitar la respuesta cuando preguntan "¿Cómo estás?".

Entonces aprendes a fingir, a hacer como sí, a sonreir y a decir que estás bien.
De mis hijos, no espero nada de ellos, no creo que tengan la obligación de ayudarme o estar presentes, sino lo sienten o no lo necesitan.

Somos una familia rota, una familia que se rompió cuando yo ya no pude darles techo, ni estudio ni comida y las manipulaciones de personas sin corazón ganaron para separarnos.  Estamos rotos por dentro y ellos aún no están dispuestos a sanar eso.  La relación entre los hermanos está rota, nuestros vínculos madre/hijo están rotos y para ellos es menos doloroso aplicar una dosis intensa de distancia.  Me pregunto si los nietos/sobrinos heredarán memorias rotas de una familia que nunca encontró un momento para reencontrarse.

Susie ©
Desde el desierto
25 de febrero 2017

martes, 14 de junio de 2016

De madres e hijos

Algunas personas vamos por la vida adoptando madres del corazón o hadas madrinas.  Algunos hijos ajenos buscan en nosotras el refugio de la madre que no tienen o que los abandona emocionalmente.  Mientras tanto, nuestros propios hijos buscan en casas ajenas la madre que no supimos ser.

¿Será que es más fácil tejer relaciones nuevas?  ¿Será que no nos damos el tiempo, el espacio y el coraje para sanar las relaciones ya rotas?  ¿O será simplemente que una de las partes no está dispuesta o es incapaz de emprender la tarea?

Pienso en el tejido, pienso en ese saco viejo con algunos puntos corridos y más de un agujero.  Es más fácil y más bonito salir a comprar lana nueva y tejer un saco para estrenar.  Destejer el viejo saco puede ser tedioso y aburrido.  Sin embargo, si lo tejiera nuevamente ya no sería el mismo saco, ya no guardaría las huellas de lo vivido.  Acaso, si le cosiera un parche de colores o bordara unas flores sobre los huecos, sería un modo de renovarlo.  Sea como sea, nada me devolvería el saco aquel así como fue, así como lo quise antes de romperse.

Susie ©
14 de junio de 2016