Amusement Park

 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 needed to be done. Without my presence. Only my belief and my gratitude. She picks a card in my euphoria as I see this year unfold in front of me. She’s laughing. It’s the same topic. It’s the 12th and it’s meant to be. My stiffness is slowly moving as we breathe the fresh air, I take the energy given to me to release it into the ether. My mom’s words. The one who held my back. Returning to reflect our little walk up the hill after having a hearty meal, number three turns up. Out of the shadow. Out of nowhere. Who is this? Lina do you wanna meet? You’re here? I want to see you. I’m the best guide. Let’s go have a drink. My heart is jumping. I remember his sweetness. I still carry his coin with me. A reminder of trust, empathy, compassion, and good luck. I don’t believe it. 

Ich liebe DICH. she says. Not only her. Number three today again. My loves. My loves. My loves. ♥️

Another Day more love  Friday the 13th. It’s raining Love  and then men. It’s been years. He remembers. He offers to host me. The next offer is more specific. Bring oil so I can put it on your legs.m. There I said it. Ayyy that was direct. What a helpful offer so I don’t have to do it myself. The next stop. Seems the Universe has abundance throwing at me. More journey, more re-encounters. Like half open doors being opened or closed in the end. No more lingering, no more what ifs. Simply one by one they show their faces and speak clearly as of two weeks ago when it all started with T2. Amazing as always. The next message. There must be a hole in the cosmos spitting out all encounters of the past years around Eastern Europe. Another invitation to the neighbor country. Magnetic. The Balkans. The east amusement park. It won’t stop. If you’re around, let me know. Times three. I’m giggling away. Maybe there’s something in the air around this area. Maybe it’s the darkness, the cold. One man in each country. The last years catching up.

Here and now. A kiss on my shoulder, a soft touch on my knee, her arms around me, her finger tipping on my arm. She’s smiling. I’m so glad you’re here she says again. The connection is strong today. The stars seem to align all around as it’s been in the prognoses. I feel blessed. I read the words. His words. So pure, so full of care and everlasting love for me. He wanted to protect me. The Universe still testing me. I’m not sure if I receive the message. This time. For the better. 

The perfect day to close off the next colorful circle. The sun is bright, finally. The backpacks packed, we’re making our way to town. Excitement in the air. City tour, our last hours together, her eyes sparkling, she takes me by the hand. I’m so happy you came. I again moved forward with you, I could relax and just be and learn from you. She touches my leg, we’re smiling eating a huge sugary cinnamon chimney cake while I  spill the Nutella all over my skirt as Ludovici Einaudi is playing in front of the historic water fountain. My heart is happy as we enjoy a cappuccino, a beer and the next, standing in a rustic traditional beer pub. 

A rising star about to appear. I remember his happiness, his open heart, his interest and curiosity in life, his connectedness, his enthusiasm and empathy. Seeing him enter with a big smile across his face, he’s nothing short of my memory. Excitedly he starts asking me questions about the one and a half years that lie between our first encounter in the Georgian mountains and now. She’s smiling at him then at me. My Georgia connection. My heart bursting with happiness. She’s leaving with a smile as he insists to give me another city tour. This time in the dark, showing me the most amazing bars and pubs, stopping by only for minutes to arrive an hour later in the hippest, selected bar of the town. A wave of English conversations rolling over me, the light is dim, the U-shaped bar stacked with all kinds of liquor, beer, wine, syrups, champagne, fruits and decorations the world has to offer. I look across the bar into happy faces from all kinds of places. Our talented friend serving us one fancy drink after another while my blood alcohol level is steadily rising and our conversations deepening. Oh Lina Lina. Thank you for saying these things to me. I needed to hear them. I want to live my dream. I will start tomorrow. You deserve everything you’re wishing for. The law of The Universe, he’s smiling. While I could easily spend all night in the dim light of the bar, slurping one cocktail after another, he’s determined to take me to the next very traditional beer bar with live music. I’m up. My happy heart barely able to grasp my luck of finding myself in the chicest bar around with another wonderful soul I met in the faraway mountains unexpectedly sitting in front of me, showing me the best time. My smile about to widen even more as we enter the basement, traditional folklore music, young boys and girls dancing, some in traditional dresses as he starts singing out of his soul, from the heart, stepping, dancing, jumping. I can’t get tired of watching. Such a spectacle, and a last authentic taste of Czech night life. Nevertheless the last beer is enough, letting me decide to return home to my sweet. Not to wake her too late. He walks me out, guides me the way as I start walking back into the cold dark, my heart hot with love, joy, gratitude, awe and amazement. What a perfect night. 

She kisses me on my cheek, hugs me. Smiling. I love you. Times three. I have tears in my eyes. Again. Two weeks along the love still growing. I have this feeling inside of me that we will see each other again soon. That’s why I didn’t say goodbye. How much happiness can a heart bear? I wonder as I receive another message. 

Thank you for you♥️ reminding me of Her, her my deepest, closest heart. I miss you. I somehow have you with me traveling.❤️

Beautiful People. The world full of sparkles as I walk down the same roads in the rain that I’ve walked in the sun, getting on the train to… Budapest for more to come. Crossing two borders to see her on her most important day in her life so far. My strong hearted woman from five years ago. She didn’t leave me. She watched me like the bright star from last night and who knows who else… Like him. Like her.

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My pain from the past months, returning only for a second when my eye catches the definition of it. The worst I said. He did worst thing one can do to another human being. I read it. I wasn’t wrong. I’m not alone. The world knows. It can go now. Somehow some new sense of freedom starts crawling up inside of me. A love independent of outside acknowledgment. A true intrinsic love totally detached from all else. Peace.

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