Lina and her Boys

"And who do I meet coming back from their hike? Lina and her boys" She states in her story just as I was to do exactly the same. A picture of me and my boys. Appears I wasn't the only one left with that feeling over the last few days being blessed by this amazing company coming to me just at the right time. 
Were you Angels sent to me, not just one, but many, showing your different faces in just exactly the right time,  not knowing what joy was yet to come for me. 
Was I chosen to meet the divine light in person blessing my life in the most fundamental way I never knew before, sending me my mirror of the past, doubts to understand. Understand that they cannot change my love. Cannot take it away. That all everything I am is past I need not take it as truth for creating the future I love, in love. 
In this truth you sent me two more of a kind. Soothing my outter struggle, filling me up with joy, passion for life, feeding me physically and mentally (churchela, hot bread and cheese or wine), guiding me, taking my hand, catching me, making me smile, making me laugh my fullest laughter in happiness, talking about Georgian history, crying from pain suffered for too long, emptying all wine, vodka and chacha, reminding me of who I am. Opening the door for me, seeing me, accepting me in difference, taking me as I am, lifting me up to my higher self, setting me free back into light so bright, attracting more souls of light, sharing their wonderful energy with me, passing on their love and attention to me, cherishing my light. Thank you my two boys, accompanying my way through the mountains, through the days, through me, sharing your time, your energy, your food and drinks, your thoughts, your attention with me, wanting to get to know me, wanting to move along with me for days and days. Connecting deeper to each other each day, in joy, looking at each other, exploring the greenest mountains in stillness (or the big waterfall but not the small from our weak legs, still looking for that one :)!) in the loudest laughter making fun of one another or the world, getting advice I needed to get closer to my own truth, tasting fresh Georgian wine together, sitting in peace understanding who we are, in our differences, yet being the same in our hearts, bound through them. Understanding one another with and without words, sharing our thoughts, drawing dick pics, painting our world, making it colorful, flowing around in space, with space, creating space. Our space. Being it. Creating intimacy through unexpected touches, when you just take my foot, massaging it after a long day of hiking while I speak to our mutual friend, putting his finger in my mouth to get a taste of what was to become our dinner, while I will cut my nails next to you, you hug me tightly and call me your "little sister" drawing the image of how it could feel to meet again sitting together on the balcony in Kazbegi for Christmas where we first met drinking Cognac and wine together. "Thank you Lina." You say appreciating me picking up an empty box of cigarettes. I take a trash bag, get a plastic bottle and only seconds later both of you start picking all kinds things up from mother earth while we're laughing who got the biggest shopping bag. It started with a tiny plastic label just became so much bigger through you. Thank you too. 
Could I not feel more blessed and grateful for being seen every day uplifted higher than the clouds in the mountain sky coming back to Love. When one of you is leaving the other one is closing the circle for me in many ways, asking for my blessing concerning our dinner plans with friends, sharing one of his most intimate experiences, carried closely in his heart, pouring it out to me in trust. When I hear the sentence that will make me feel home wherever I go in the world, hearing it the last time only a couple of weeks ago from my angel number one: "Are you ok? If we spend more time together I will ask you this a few times each day to make sure you are fine." And right there my heart was home again. 💖

Thank you Eric, thank you Kaspars. You make my time here in this overwhelmingly majestic scenery an unforgettable experience. 












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