Sandra Tena Cole
Stories (65/0)
The three most important rules of reading
Well, it’ll depend on what you’re reading, of course, but just to make things complicated, because otherwise where would the fun be, let’s just say that these are the tree most important rules of reading *anything*… Yes? Shall we do that? Ok, then, here goes:
By Sandra Tena Cole2 years ago in Humans
In the pursuit of true success
First of all, we have to define what true success is. This tends to be a very debatable issue for people, but within this entry I will give a definition that has brought me joy, peace of mind and enhanced my health during the course of my path towards achieving said true success. Oh, but *you* don’t have that success yet, you might be thinking right now. True and untrue at the same time. I’ll explain why.
By Sandra Tena Cole2 years ago in Motivation
The Naked Canvas
I’ve been feeling inspired to write about my experiences as a body art model over the last few years, which is something I feel really allows me to shine completely and I feel has let me break emotional and physical boundaries. On the first day I modelled, I was really aware of walking out of my comfort zone as I strode along the catwalk at the end of the show, and it was an experience I had never in my whole life had believed I could ever be allowed to feel. That first night, nearly three years ago, it was my birthday – January 12th, 2019. I will be turning 40 soon, as the year changes and the weeks start to roll, and I can say with full conviction that having had the opportunity to model for artist Robyn Jean on that first occasion, being painted as the Celtic Goddess Arianrhod, the Lady of the Silver Wheel, was one of the most healing as well as fascinating experiences of my life.
By Sandra Tena Cole2 years ago in Viva
Statue as I am
I’d left Torreon only days after it happened. I’ve tried to forget and move on; I’ve tried to assure myself that it was only my imagination playing tricks on me, but the memories are too real, and those images which I saw with my own eyes play again and again in my mind. The stories still circulate today, popping up online or on TV, as if they’re intent to follow me all across the continent. I’ve moved to Monterrey, Mexico City, Vancouver, L. A., New York. Nowhere is far or big enough to hide after my season in the production of Don Juan Tenorio in Torreon. The role I’d landed was Brígida, Doña Inés’ maid, shared with another which I preferred: a graveyard statue that turns into a ghost and kills Don Juan along with the other statues during the legendary climactic scene. That is, I preferred it most until opening night. I’ve managed better roles as I move from city to city, but the shadow keeps following me because of my relation to Javier. I have recurring nightmares because of the news I read every week. I fear that it’ll soon be my turn, because she’s ticking us off one by one.
By Sandra Tena Cole2 years ago in Fiction