A Vision. A Mission. A Dream.

I have a dream. The dream no one child will be ever asked to abandon themselves in order to be loved.

I work with human beings who have the burning desire and the courage to find real freedom: the freedom of being and expressing their authentic-self and to fulfil their full potential.

We are all “created equal” - with the same amount of immense positive potential, creativity, ability to connect, and particular qualities such as curiosity, compassion, clarity, confidence, and courage.

Because of early emotional traumas (mostly losses of significant figures in early years), I could not develop a secure attachment style; that fundamental feeling of safety we all need to thrive in life was never formed, and the knowledge of my capabilities and strengths was lost.

Instead, I learnt to believe in the narrow narrative imposed by the effects of trauma: those feelings of ‘not being good enough’ which were stored in my body, feelings playing a devastating major role in setting me back in all areas of my life by living a life that didn’t reflect her authentic self and creative potential.

The grief for those losses brought me to constantly fight against some of the most evident consequences of traumas. Expressing my full potential by leaving aside self-defeating behaviours and helping and motivating others to do the same became my life mission.

In 2007 I became a published author; at the age of 51 I graduated with a First Class Honours in Law and worked as a lawyer; in the meantime my writer career continued with various publications.

Despite those achievements, I still felt I was only scratching the surface, and the need to look and address my emotional core wounds became paramount.

The dept of the emotional pain I felt made me decide to find help and heal. I hold a Level 2 Certificate in Self-Harm and Suicide Awareness and Prevention; I am an ICF & CPD/CE Accredited Somatic Trauma Coach, a CDP Accredited Narcissist Trauma Abuse Recovery Specialist, and a Positive Psychology Practitioner.

I have worked in International Centres for Addiction and Trauma Healing Recovery, I work privately with victims of trauma, narcissistic abuse, addictions and with anyone else who has the burning desire to shine, and find and act from their authentic self, including tennis players (to help them smash it, because tennis reminds me of my dad - who died when sI was playing as a teenager), and of my love for him, for the sport and for my life.

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CONNECTED

There is a transparent line, like an umbilical cord that goes from me, my being, my soul towards the world outside and it feels, and perceives it, and we become one. I am connected. I am present now, to this time and space, into this time, into this space. I am time, I am space. I feel it, is it still, like the water of a lake, still, like the full moon in the sky, sometimes, like the air after the snow; in this stillness, and under the surface of everything there is the beauty of life, the emotions, nature, persons and places and my story, who I was and who I am now and who I have been in between, including all the uphill roads and the sprints downhill and the cold air in my face. It all makes all sense now because I am exactly where I want to be and where I allow myself to be and it has always been this way. Dani Tringale Image - "God is in the Air"

HOW HONESTY, FAITH & COURAGE ARE CONNECTED

What does stop us to find the courage to be honest? Fear What is fear? Lack of faith, is the believe past experiences are in our presence, is it an defective interpretation Why do we lack faith? Because we had some experiences where we could not see faith working in our life Why we did not see faith working? Because we were expecting a different outcome, we could not see that that outcome was the only possible one, because it had a reason, for us to see the truth, where we were standing So it did work? Yes, faith works all the time, we just have to try Why some of us cannot see that faith work all the time? They need to build the belief that everything they face is given to them to feel their emotions and release the emotions and be free Once we are doing this work we will know that faith exist and we will see the astonishing beauty in our life

HOW SHAME, GUILT AND FAKE GUILT ARE CONNECTED

We all feel shame, even those who try to avoid feeling it at all costs. We all feel guilt as well. We also all feel fake guilt. In this article we will analyse all of them and their connection. Guilt it helps us understand when we have acted against our values, against what we believe is correct, when we have acted with a behaviour that is not always adhering with the idea of justice, against what we perceive right. Guilt is the voice of our conscience. We may feel guilty when we act against our belief system, what we have been told is 'right' from our family or our culture. We may feel guilty when we have hurt someone. Then there is fake guilt. Fake guilt is when we feel guilty for not taking care (or trying to resolve) other people feelings, when we try to make other feel good, or try not to disappoint them. Here we abandon ourselves to make others feel good. A typical example of it is people pleasing. We say yes to something we do not want to do to make others feel good (and...

A LITTLE LONELY LOVE AS BIG AS THE UNIVERSE...

Dani Tringale Image - "Destination" There was a time when I thought I had found the love of my life. It was a wonderful time. It was the most beautiful time of my life. The love time. The joy time. The happy time. The miracles time. The cuddles time. It was the TIME. There was a time when I had found the love of my life. The Love is still there, all the rest is gone. So, now, there is this lonely Love, sitting alone and hoping to be able to give, to caress, to give tenderness and attention and love. What else a little lonely Love, as big as the universe, can do? It is a big love this lonely little love, it is as big as the universe but its breathing is shallow because it tries not to feel the loss of the "love giving crap" that it is so much longing for. It is also longing for a person, a face, their skin and their happiness, it is longing to make them happy and more happy and more happy. It is a stupid sad little Love that has strange ideas and believes in mirac...

THE DILEMMA

Dani Tringale Image - "Light & Darkness" His life had not been wasted, in the dept of desperation he had to dig deeper, to find the gold, his true self: was it the essence of his soul? Was it an invisible, all permeating substance expressing uniquely though his own uniqueness? What was it, if not love? What was it, if not the creative assertion of a benevolent God? What was it, if not the freedom of the spirit, the expression of a joyous invincible child governed with self love and attention to move to his full potential, to find his unique way, himself, his beauty, the universal reason he was placed here, like all of us, to serve and express gratitude to God through realising his own unique creative essence; a joyous child, contained by wisdom and humbleness, and moving, into the realisation of his own perfection, exactly as he was when gi...

THE CAGE OF SHAME

It was when he was a child, this little boy, called JJ, that he was placed in a cage of shame. The cage was built slowly, a small bar was placed first at his feet so that when he tried to move forward, towards a better place where he could still make mistakes without being judged, or mistreated, he tripped over it, just because he dared, to be human. The cage was built slowly, like a plastic object built on a D3 printer. The first layer was built when, for the first time his mother didn't praise him when he got an A at school. He interpreted that omission as being told he was not good enough and he felt a shame he could never forget. From that moment he interpreted every gesture and every omission as directly saying to him: 'You are unworthy'. The emotional neglect, the physical abuse and the abandonment did the rest. So to cover up the shame, the shame of being himself, the shame he did not want to feel because it burned his soul and hurt, like boiling oil poured on t...

ARE WOODSTOCK & SNOOPY CODEPENDENT?

Are Woodstock & Snoopy Codependent? OR are They Working on a Common Project? And if, which is the Project? Here is a list of possibilities (not final or exhaustive): 1. Piss Off Charlie Brown and make him eternally jealous and more perfectionist than ever, by their love for one another and having Charlie facing his perceived failure of being loved by the ‘5 Cents problem solver’ control freak, even if playing for her for years on end, the best Moonlight Sonata on his piano ever played by a kid under 10 (and not Asian, specifically Chinese of Japanese). 2. Write the best novel of the “Siecle” ever written by a non-human entity but not a AI non-entity? 3. None of the above but they are simply scrolling on Instagram & wasting their precious time in developing a dopamine addiction worse than every other addiction experienced by the human race on a global scale (numbers wise)? 4. The PC is off and Woodstock & Snoopy are connecting emotionally and being in the moment? 5. Woodstoc...

THE RULES ABOUT MIRACLES

We were two, but I was the only one hoping for a miracle or praying for one. Me and you, together, we could not leave our love suspended any longer, it was like a ghost, our love, sitting in our home where I now stay alone, clinging to it like I do, like it is my only left security, like I am glued to it with a big quantity of newly fresh 'No Nails', to the walls, and the doors and the hallways, and the grey view from my back window. Here where I see you and me and us and our gestures, here where I've heard the silence of our unspoken words; here in the place where I have learned what to love means, the place where, over and over again, I hoped for a miracle; where sometimes I felt so close to it, like it was real, the miracle, but it was a hall of mirrors, and at the end of the tunnel the lights were gone. Here the place from where I am not wanting to go away from until the date when the keys will be handed to the Estate Agent, until the day my house new owners will take ...

ENLIGHTENMENT

Dani Tringale Image - "Natural" It was a day like many others, when I went from the kitchen to my living room and I entered into time and space and I became eternal. I don't know how it happened, or why. It just did. It was just a normal spring day, the sun was starting to hit my skin and the big window of my living room, facing the yellowish buildings of a central area of Rome was open towards infinity. It felt scary, to enter into time and space and to became eternal. For a second or so I just stayed there, astonished. Me, into time and space expanding like oil on a surface, like the horizon when you are at the top of a mountain. Me, a newborn, seeing the light for the first time. A single cell, absorbed into the One. In that moment I had confirmation of the various levels of reality, and of the reality as most of us perceive it, objects, constructions, matter: an illusion of our restricted minds, a delusion; the restricted view of fearful beings, entangled in smallnes...

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