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

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

Joshua Tree (my favorite place in the whole world)

I look at you How tall and green Alone you stand. And I wonder truly How is it to be you? To watch so many Days and nights go by Like a silent witness. Witness to the land Of an indescribable beauty. Where everything Has its own place. Seemingly peaceful Seemingly the same Yet if