All posts tagged: creative writing

Dear November…

… surrendering to your darkness, knowing, your blissful bright light peacefully resting within. ”The silent hour of night, and my heart suddenly arise, caressing my awaken sight, while awaiting life, with blissful eyes.”   Your days are short, your nights are endless. Swimming in your darkness, facing our deepest fears. There’s no way escaping the twilight, but to invite it to dance. Pour your rain on us, cover our lives in darkness, blow your insecurities on us, but, you’ll never ever destroy us. After dusk comes dawn. There’s no June without you. This November is all about harnessing the talents within. Cultivating curiosity, courage, confidence and creativity. Life is filled with opportunities. Trust. It’s about accepting and releasing emotions, negative thoughts. Reaching out to humans through loving kindness and warmhearted action. Striving for growth and progression. Connection and compassion. Speaking with integrity. Being impeccable with the words. It’s about redirecting the attention. Good energy, good vibes, filling our lives. Knowing we have the freedom to express ourselves. To be who we are. Magnificent, dear human. Magnificent. …

Dear October…

… you’re like the warmest, most passionate hug. Kiss me, empower me. Don’t ever leave. ”While some people like to dance underneath the stars in June, others like to play with the red leaves of October, and I’m blissfully, wholeheartedly stuck in the middle.”   Like the wisest of them all, dear October; you’re letting go of what no longer serves you. Your brisk wind makes everything rejuvenating. Clear intentions. Clear thoughts. Making room for what’s new. The days; alluring and brightful, the nights; dark and calm. I sense there’s a star waiting to be born, intentions waiting to be established, a nature waiting to be cherished, a life waiting to be lived.  October is for watching the red leaves falling. Letting go. Taking action, working hard. Believing in the power of the soul. Believing in oneself. Loving oneself. Just like nature, we transform. Becoming whole, empowered and complete. Putting positive intentions into everything we do. Dare to dream big; if it scares you it means you’ll grow. Silently witness the beauty of nature. Notice …

Dear August…

… I think you’ll make my soul dance. ”Believe in yourself, darling human. Believe. Flowers will grow.”   August is for humid days, foggy nights. Soul searching and loving kindness. It’s for vulnerability and softness. Finding that inner, burning fire. Moonlight and thunderstorm. Poetry filled with soul and passion, the wildest of dreams coming true. It has always been you, dear August. Always been you.  Be brave, darling dear. Be brave. Everything you wish for, believe, and it will come to you. Don’t you know you were created to create? Create magic. Create yourself. If it’s meant to be it will flow to you, effortlessly and oh so gently. Give yourself permission to relax and enjoy the magic of being. Breathe in confidence. Exhale doubt. Stay wild, darling moon child, stay wild. Life always has your back. This August is all about success, bravery and dusty, dreamy mornings. Things working out exactly as supposed to. It’s about true inner freedom. Not getting lost in thoughts, but objectively watching them pass by. ”Come to know the one who watches the …

Dear May…

… you took me by storm. I’m forever lost in your impulsive grace. ”Fight for the fairy tale. It does exist.”   May is for waking up too early. The morning sun dazzling through the broken window. Burning with passion, awakening tired souls. The birds are singing, the red roses blooming. It’s a new day. A bright future. May is for magical, heart-warming evenings. The nature, and humans, reborn.  May is a month when everything is thriving; the cherry trees, the flowers, the hearts. Let her sensuality caress you. Embrace you. You know, she’s blossoming just for you. This May is all about letting the alluring spirit shine through. Exploring the unknown, and taking chances. Believing in the magic of life. The beauty of humanity. Early morning runs and yoga. Awaken the body. Awaken your creativity. It’s about taking the time to learn about oneself. Every day becoming more and more self-aware. It’s about poetry and expressing emotions. Reading and gaining knowledge. The nature, so breathtaking and flourishing, just like you. It’s about leaving things …

Read this every morning

”Dear life, good morning. Thank you for always having my back.”   This is the dawn of a new day and the day of a new dawn. Today is going to be perfect. Exactly as it is meant to be. Every moment counts, and I will focus on every single second. I’m the perfect creator. I create my own life.  I have the power to say I’m beautiful. . I’m intelligent. I’m kind. I’m curious. I’m happy. I’m alive. I’m creative. I’m powerful. I listen to my heart. And it’s all because of you.  There are no mistakes in life; only wins, only lessons. I’m the hero of my own story. I forgive the ones that hurt me. There is no hate within me. I’m a big heart, loving soul. Bigger than life itself. Everything I want I can have. I have the power. I choose how my life will unfold. I accept the process, the things I can’t change, and I embrace the journey. I stay curious, eager to throw myself out there. I challenge myself …

Dear spring…

… you’re my sunshine. My darling friend, you’re beautiful from day one. ”The morning sun dazzling through the broken window. Caressing my soft heart, my recovered soul. Oh, how I adore the warmth she brings.   Life changes with the seasons. Even the coldest, darkest winter happens for a reason. However, it won’t last forever. Spring is coming. Wait, she’s already here, shining brightly on all of us. Let her embrace you. Don’t try to understand her, just love her. And let her shine.  Through seasons she’s changing, Mother Nature. Like you, through your experiences, your being. Every second you have the possibility to move forward, to evolve. Embrace your colors. Only you decide where you’re going. Only you decide when it’s your season to change. Know, that from all of the chaos a flower will start to blossom. Spring is the season when I feel most alive. I blame the sunlight, the long days and short nights. The nature – pure, fresh and green. Spring might as well be cold and rainy, but it’s …

Dear April…

… I sense you have a heart of gold & stardust soul. Please, dance with me, the birds are singing. ”April dear, nature must be head over heels for you, the way she blossoms when you arrive.”   April is for emerging. Animals and humans awaken from the darkest of night. From the dark, dark slumber we all return to light. Through seasons we’re changing. We dream of doing everything in life, and nothing on rainy Sundays. Watching captivating sunsets and counting countless numbers of stars. Be grateful dear human, cause the flowers and the trees are blooming. Fall in love with her, again and again. Cause when she flourishes, the world spins around. Spring, we’re oh so blessed to have you in our lives. You’re the one we always return home to.  April is all about being kind. Finding the bright light within. Knowing that life is amazing, exactly as it is. Walking through life, carrying our burning, caring hearts. Fragile, yet so powerful. We are. It’s about believing that life is working for us, …

”At least we are breathing the same air – you & I”

”We write down made-up stories to tell the truths we wish we could say out loud.”   5 AM. ‘A good night’s sleep? Merely a memory,’ the young boy thought while trying to scratch his upper back. His left hand reached out to the other side of the bed, searching for something that wasn’t there. He grabbed the pillow, pulled it close to his chest, forced himself to awaken old memories. Old scents. That adorable scent. Regardless of how hard he tried he could not forget that scent. There were people who got caught up in old memories while listening to music. It was the smell, the pure touch, that haunted him. He dragged himself out of bed to open the balcony door. His feet touched the raw, biting surface. He was paralyzed, and in some miraculous way his broken heart still found a way to beat. The thunderstorm had kept him up all night. He had never gotten over them, traumatised since early childhood. And the rashes, those damn rashes. He had never gotten rid …