From the ashes

Apr 26, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

As Light may spring from Darkness, so beauty may rise even from the ashes of our dreams…

Focus!

Apr 23, 2019.Reading time 1 minute.

There are so many wonderful things around us and we try ever so hard to capture them all. But it’s only when we choose a single one of them, and use our time and energy to come close and to focus, that it will truly release its beauty for us. :))

… follow your heart …

Apr 22, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

… FOLLOW YOUR HEART …

… follow your heart … and the road will be filled with gentle dreams – and the flowers of spring! 🙂 🙂 🙂

The Spiral of Beauty

Apr 20, 2019.Reading time 2 minutes.

To speak about the beauty of the sunset is not just a reflection of what I see, but something much more deep. When I experience something wonderful and it really touches my heart, then I feel at one with it. And peace and harmony and beauty suffuse me.
At the same time I feel as if a magical seed of that experience is planted in my soul […]

Faith

Apr 19, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

The waters are flooding the land, the storm-ridden clouds are rushing past overhead. The sense of drama fills the air! But one stands tall and unafraid. For that one has faith, and when you have faith you are made strong!

The Fae of Flowers and the Prince

Apr 13, 2019.Reading time 9 minutes.

Once upon a time there was a prince who had luck in everything, except for love. Even though he was charming and intelligent and had journeyed all of the kingdoms of the world, he couldn’t find the lady of his heart. At long last, despondent and downcast he decided that such was his destiny, and he travelled back home again.
But one day, in a garden nearby his castle, he saw a strange woman […]

By the Garden Fence

Apr 7, 2019.Reading time 4 minutes.

They were running and running as fast as they could and they almost reached the forest. But suddenly she stopped, supporting herself against the garden fence and breathing heavily. “I… I can’t run anymore.”
He carefully crawled up the hill and looked down, back at the village, taking care not to be seen. “They are following us,” he told her. “They are questioning people. And – they have dogs.” […]