It is like some kind of revelation… You come to a place, where something was calling you, or someone… you had no idea how it will be, how it looks like, you only knew it is the seaside… And then, … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: August 2022
There is such spot, I mean… … in Sweden, if it is for you, you can find it… or find a similar one… but for me it is THAT spot… Where I feel full and empty. Weirdly myself and scared … Continue reading
I don’t wanna learn “I don’t wanna to learn how to play that instrument let it for me still be magick forever maybe because when I learn how to play I will loose it that illusion that something unspoken bit … Continue reading
I mean… I think I was ready for a new, and my first, oracle for some time now… See, as a kid and then adult I was using card, normal cards to help myself with some answers, to just let … Continue reading
I mean… Sweden is my escapism. Really. I do not know how it works but… every ten years I find a new place which becomes a part of me… This is my recent addition. This white cottage we rented last … Continue reading
Dear past “Dear past! So often I hear you were better for those still living for those still here… And somehow I get it I though truly do not think so… It is just forgetting that there was also pain … Continue reading
And then things end and I feel sad… Something ends and I am not believing in that: something starts… because, I sometimes prefer longer lasting. Not just a moment and then waiting for another one like this. Or even more… … Continue reading
Perspective If you have time, oh my, I so highly recommend this channel. In fact for art. Classical art… and especially one of my favorite is Waldemar Januszczak. And his… well, his everything. Not only looking at paintings, sculptures and … Continue reading
In the woods “In the woods stream whispers forgotten stories a hole with sparkling water which has no surface no mirror only beings them everywhere and trees branches leaves needles rocks boulders moss languages words bits of surrealistic visions and … Continue reading
I sometimes think that I am truly weird. Things which are most important for me are somehow invisible for others… Or maybe I have never found my tribe? Can be. … right? I hear the walls, I hear the windows. … Continue reading