Familiar Feeling

Sylvia meets up with the guy and they seem to have a strange connection. He prompts her to look within herself and become more introspective. What is life truly about?

Go back to Two

I did. Message him. That guy. We met up for coffee and we had the strangest of conversations. He is unlike anyone else I’ve experienced before. Maybe because he is from another country. He somehow acts like he knows me –  as if he has been looking for me and he’s finally found me. He made me think about a lot of things. There were very few details mentioned, I can’t even say what we talked about. It was very unpredictable, our conversation. In the moment. I felt like I’ve known him before. We laughed a lot, after the first 5 minutes it was not uncomfortable or awkward at all. We said more with our eyes and in the silences between the words.  At first I kept asking myself “What are you doing?!” but then I let it go. It’s not like I am doing anything bad. He made me think about myself. As if I am special in some way. Maybe I have been looking for him too? He is totally not what I would have pictured, had I been seeking someone. Yet, he seems so familiar.

The Guy

Sylvia is in the flow, aligned and present. A strange encounter with an unfamiliar guy peaks her curiosity – does he know something about her she is unaware of

Go back to One

Today I am grateful for how things align… Lately when I think about something and I don’t worry, it just happens. Like this afternoon I was going to be late for my appointment with my friend, because the bus was stuck in traffic. I was a bit anxious, but then I realized there was nothing I could do, so I relaxed. I thought to myself, maybe she is going to be late as well and she wouldn’t have to wait that long for me. And that was exactly how it happened! Both of us were running behind and nobody had to wait for anyone! So strange… Some people worry a lot about everything. I eat cake and chocolate all the time without any concern about my weight. It stays the same. The less I stress about things, the more they work out. It’s alchemy, maybe? I love that book.

Inner Movement

We are made of change…

Moving so fast
The trail you leave behind
Catches up
When you
Stand still.

Love Language

Allow Love to Flow…


Your Song {Song of Songs}

A song-inspired Love Verse to My Dream Lover, using only song titles. My mind loves to make connections between things and layer them… For a link to the playlist, begin from the end…

A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes.
Sweet Thing,
Are You The One That I’ve Been Waiting For,
The Man I Love?
Mysterious Ways
Counting Stars
Couldn’t Sleep
A Thousand Years
Wishin’ & Hopin’
Heaven Help
Justify My Love.
I’ll See It Through.
I Put a Spell on You
It Will Come Back
My Moon My Man
Good For Me.
You Make Me Feel,
Sweetest Thing.
Deeper Than Shallow,
I Melt With You.

New Passion {Samantha 4/10}

Samantha is entertaining the idea of the new boy at school. She think she might be too boring for him, but his personality intrigues her. She has read a lot, but does not dare live the life of her imagination yet. Something in her attracts men intensely, yet the same thing she fears might be the demise of them… To follow desire or not?

We like each other… there is something… the new boy and I. Anton. He has very kind deep smiling eyes… and a particular spark I have in mine… That would not be wise, though. It’s better if we are just friends. I do get slightly nervous around him, in a good way. He is interesting, maybe that’s it. Different from everybody else I know. I like different. Probably because he has grown up somewhere else. I am really boring – I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I don’t use curse words, I don’t like to go out that much… Most of the time I would rather stay at home and read. I used to spend so much time at the library. First I read all the children’s books. Then I moved on to adventure novels, about cowboys and Indians, travel, foreign lands and brave hearts. Next were mysteries – Agatha Christie and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I’ve always thought I’d make a great detective. Maybe I just need to be a little more observant. Then it was a little bit of everything   – classics, contemporary novels, and even some Harlequin romances. Now I’ve been done with fiction for a while and I have been enjoying books on nutrition and psychology. The way people think is so fascinating… I love how two people can experience the exact same thing but tell it in completely different ways. Is seeing things objectively even possible?

Mother Goddess

I am Mother Goddess. 
I gave birth to this world, to every single living thing in this Universe
From the grain of sand to the biggest Sun.
I love my children so much, for they are a continuation of me
and Father God.
We are contained in them, they are contained in us
An endless spiral into Infinity.
I am always here for them
Yet they have forgotten of my existence.
They long for my loving embrace
But they do not remember which is the way home.
There is a sacred doorway they need to enter
One they have kept shut for too long
The doorway of the heart.

Deep and Particular {Samantha 3/10}

Samantha dreams of her rebel prince and continues to live deep down inside her imagination. She turns to books for inspiration and in hopes to find who she is and a world that resembles her own. She explores different possibilities in her mind of how her life can turn out to be, but none satisfy her. High school starts again and so does the life of routine and pretend. Luckily, she has great friends.

The life that I have is so quiet on the surface and so deep on the inside… I never talk about the latter, it’s just for me. But this is where I truly live. In the folds and facets of my imagination, where there is love, and passion, and work that is going to change the world. A connection to something so strong… My pince is more like a rebel. It’s funny, because everybody thinks I am such a good girl. I know it’s the role I am supposed to play right now. Yet, eventually, other parts of me are going to come out. There is so much emotion that has no outlet. Everything is so ordinary… that’s why I read so much. In hopes to understand who am I and what I want by familiarizing myself with imaginary worlds depicted in words. I don’t understand dating someone. I guess it is a way of getting to know them. How can you get to know another if you do not know yourself yet? Can you ever know another, especially if they don’t know themselves yet? Maybe the reason I don’t want to have a boyfriend is because I would rather date myself at this point… there is so much of me to uncover and dream into being

Bliss You Are

Life is simple… Love…

Striving to become
What you already are.
Be still.

Longing and Wishing {Samantha 1/10}

Meet Samantha. Her summer nights are spent sitting on the balcony ledge, dreaming of something far away and elusive. She pushes the boys that like her away, fascinated by living in her imagination. Never dreams of a wedding, but longs for true love.

What is it that keeps me up at night? The heat? Sitting on the balcony ledge, feeling the cool breeze caress my skin, I know it’s something else… elusive… empty… enchanting… ephemeral… Maybe the night sky has my answer…? Or maybe I am not yet to know? It’s a pull of some kind… Mysterious and mine. I should go in and try to fall asleep. Something deep inside me longs to be expressed but cannot find its way out… Restless