Do you believe in magic?

  Hello hello the world traveller is back, counting the scarce warm sunny days of the unusual summer coming to an end. Ok, honestly the real title of this post should be: Do I believe in magic? Sounds paradoxical, ha? I operate magic on a daily basis… But just like with all things colored “human experiences”, with

On my list of favorite things

Nº1 is SUMMER I am a summer child born in love with sunshine and water. I crave the long hot days, the feeling of spaciousness that comes with spending more time outside, and the freedom of wearing less clothes. Summer is my adventure time and summer is when I blossom. As I am dancing away in my little Summer

Taking your Projections On a Ride, part 1

“There is no coming to consciousness without pain. People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.” – Carl Jung I remember visiting Florida Keys once and falling in love with the beauty,

Buddha was never a woman?

“Excuse me, what is this?”. “Protection… accident… spiriiiit.” – he replied in simple English. With the way he was driving a little protection wouldn’t hurt, I was thinking to myself, staring at an unusual talisman hanging from his rearview mirror. I was so absorbed by the play of its colors and dangling sounds, that I completely forgot my initial

Sunset

Hell yeah To those times When I roam free Floating magically Where the water meets the fire Reflecting its shimmering light Sparkling with gold on my copper skin, Washing off the distant screams Of soulless creatures who once called me home. Dissolving their dark shadows who once fed in my temple, Closing the doors in