So my love keep on running







"...Lina the great said..." you say and laugh while we're toasting our glasses in Process. Incredible. This energy. Radiant. Overflowing to all sides. 

"Lina, you are my behavior/inspiration. Your energy is very strong. Of all the tourists, you have drawn my attention with your ease and openness. And I understood why, so that I could draw attention to myself and become even stronger internally. Thank you for your company. And laugh more often, you have a beautiful laugh, I want to rejoice in response. You're cool!"

My eyes become wider. I can't believe what I'm reading. I can't believe what I'm hearing. I don't know her. She hasn't spoken a word to me before. I look at her. She's smiling. "If you ever come the beautiful city of St. Petersburg you're welcome." She shows me on the translator. Tears rise in my eyes. We need no language. 

"I read a few posts under the photo, these are the words to the heart, I develop a lot, get to know myself, transform into my best version... and lo! Like attracts like)) Lina, your words are deep and with great meaning, awareness. It so happened that we met to give each other some warmth)) and the language barrier is not a hindrance when people can feel the energy. Thank you 🙌🥰".

Energy the topic of the night. When talking to Lina the great for the first time you look at my wrist. It's your language. Energy. "It even does something good for me reading it." 

I go to my friend. I share my heart. We're hugging. "It's true." She says. "You have this energy and I'm so glad I can be part of it. Thank you for being you. I'm so happy to be around your energy and lightness." A powerful day becomes a sparkling night of sharing our hearts and pain from the past through generations moving through long deep sleep into the new day. Grey. Dark. Peaceful. November. Something heavy like a curtain softly floating over me. I feel so much love and appreciation. Bringing lightness, having the possibility to share a bit of it even unknowingly receiving so much more. Being embraced when I don't function, even being motivated to stay in it, live my weaknesses, my pain and shame. 

Moving through it, connecting again in a different setting we reunite. "You're a trainer" repeatedly I hear you say it again and again. We're laughing. My love. "Lina is different" from a different source. All of it is true. "You got the right tattoo". Energy. Again. The Universe is vast and beautiful. You made my day. Once again. And there it comes again. "Stay safe, Linchen. Ich hab‘ dich lieb, Sonnenschein ☀️" 

"Don't stop tomorrow is another day. Go Go go figure it out, figure it out but don't stop moving. Go go go figure it out, figure it out but don't stop moving. So my love keep on running. You gotta get through the day. Then my love keep on running, gotta keep those tears at Bay. Oh my love don't stop burning." SIA

I lie down. I'm tired. My energy is low. It's good. I'm where I'm meant to be.


“Have a nice day you, gorgeous sunflower under the bright sun”. Number one.

“Energy Lina, you trainer!” I laugh. Number two.

“I’m coming to get ya hahaha coming to get ya. Get that Cognac going haha. I’m coming Darling😘 Look at you, you will open Lina embassy in Yerevan soon” Number three. Energy. How did all of you find me here?? I can’t stop laughing another day of synchronicities, energies entangling.

Into the night with my missed friend for our last days. He came to get me. We reconnect. Lina and her boys one after another moving towards the east, I’m behind, in time. Still with them, here, there, moving ahead. In time.

Good morning. “You’re a Trainer?” Again? New person. Am I a Trainer? I’m on fire. Yes baby just like you are. It’s our day. The day of art, being gifted. Starting windows a cappuccino moving over to Cognac, We’re getting back what belongs to us! And that’s only the beginning.

Another Yerevan bar sightseeing for the last time. For the last time in a while for the two of us. Next time on the other side of the world, I am woken up with “Wow you’re so sexy”. I laugh.

Soothing into the journey I become luckily connected to smiling souls, helping me, giving me Soda. Leaving finally getting to know their kind mentality. Moving on. 









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