Magical Morning Pages

The book that's writing itself. Once again like I did the morning before I open your notebook to write my morning lines after another heavy drinking night of laughter our neighbor friend joining us for the night. With every sip of wine and Chacha I get into the dancing zone while trying not to fall asleep. 

As I try to come back to life, slowly on the same balcony that we started our day at I open the book that hasn't left the table ever since and find another magic moment, words of love show just as yesterday: "LOVE YA 💜 have stories to tell, not stuff to show." It's miraculous. I'm astonished after having received my morning message: 

"I love you Lina. My evening thought. Possibly your morning message. I want to send you energy of all kinds from here.. maybe i could send it in a scroll with an eagle, as people did in the past. Maybe you're getting this already, remember you're always loved, no matter what, unconditionally."

The vastness of the Universe. I ask and I receive. What a truth. Two days of such magic. All I hear and read are more and more words of how much I'm being loved. When I want to help I hear: "No Lina, stop you go and relax." You enter the balcony. It was you. The same friend who drank the Cognac and wine with me last night, the same person who serves me breakfast in bed, the same man who cleans the dishes when we are hungover, not letting me touch it. The same human being who is putting the sheets on my bed before going to sleep. The same angel who collects all my things from the balcony before leaving the place. The same one who hangs my laundry whilst I do yoga, buys churchkhela, wine and bread, carrying the bag for me. The same kind spirit that cleans all our room checking in with me if I got my all before leaving. 

I ask and I receive. More than I could have ever wished for. 

My friend and drinking companion. 💖







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