My Spiritual Ego - Morning pages einer Erwachenden

Reading the article, walking in the sun, having her ask me if I’m ok, something has shifted. A splash of clarity is washing over me, a light that’s warming me from my little toe to the last tip of my hair. A new feeling. A feeling that’s coming from deep inside. A feeling that moves me. A feeling that makes me feel ok. Ok with myself, worthy, abundant, beautiful in every way. A feeling that needs no outside, that needs no affirmation or compliment. A feeling that is intrinsic truth in itself. Something that no one can touch. Love. Real love, true love that’s not dependent on nothing or no one but just is. A feeling that needs no words from men, to make you believe it. A feeling that needs no acknowledgement of any kind. It feels like freedom. Free from the attention of anyone to feel pretty, beautiful, worthy or loved. It just is. Here. Now. Always. From inside of myself.  1188. I’m in the bus. Witnessing the sacredness of two beautiful souls merging, in my bones. My heart moved by...

 A trip of reunion. Of meeting again. Going to see the souls that I’ve met in places far away across the globe over the past two years. Five. Planning to see my lovely beauties that I’ve connected with over the last years, I think back far and close. Who showed up. Who did I invite? It was Christmas. I returned. One face, another one. One heart, the next. Without knowing I find myself in company of the Ts I’ve only met for a few hours or some moments. Back here. The Universe is sending them to me. This I didn’t plan. My girls. All on my list to reconnect. The male energy thrown at me unexpectedly.  Number three. First the Ts. The ones I admired. The ones who touched my heart. But also the ones I forgot. The ones that stayed in the dark and yet followed me. Plopp. The third one most unexpected.  As I arrive to see my most precious one from my most loved country. It’s the 12th. Remember that date the stars said. I did. The morning needed to unfold. To take care of what need...

  I wake up. The beautiful sun in my face. The first days of the new year have been more than I could have asked for.  From one event to the next, from one friend’s place to the other. Open arms everywhere, warm welcomings and love declarations that were sheer bliss, heart melting and encouraging for everything I am. Everything I see in this world. Everything I want in this world. One week week in an amazing large house in the fields, surrounded by the woods, a chimney in the middle of the living space I was lucky enough to spend with my sweet oh so caring friend and her two lovely dogs.  Every day being around her feels like an awakening. Like I can just be. Just exist. We flow naturally in synchronicity. All fears, all anxieties, all behavioral patterns inherent, forgotten with her. When I wake up, she’s making the fire. She hugs me tightly, gratitude in her eyes if she hadn’t already offered to bring me coffee to bed. Tears would rise up my eyes, feeling her energy, he...

On the road. Bursting with love. The feelings come back. With her entering my door right before the changes of the years, the flow of friendship starts overflowing. Every day I get to see more and more of my hearts from my journey, some unexpected. Some with more love than I could have thought. In tears, holding each other, connections rebuild and strengthened in such beautiful colors.  I look at the sky, I can breathe again. I can feel again. I can be me. I’m being loved so strongly, so openly.  The night was late like the one in the changing years. I open my eyes at noon, just like in the changing years. I’m tired. I look at my phone. I receive a message Good Morning my Love. ♥️ tell me if you would like to have a coffee. I will love to bring it to you. My heart is jumping. Did she feel me waking up one floor down in front of the chimney? More hearts. I’m up. Out of bed, a bit fuzzy in my head I walk down the stairs to make my beloved cappuccino. I touch the handle of the d...