The Space Around

For so long I have been looking for/concentrating on spaces and only couple days ago I realized -

none of the spaces matter if I cannot find the space itself…

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My new creation Latest Style.

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ieva

The Architect of Dreams

The world Within is never far away;  anything is possible there and whatever can be imagined comes true..

Click on the picture below and enjoy your journey between and within real and surreal ~

Fan Page on Facebook

I proudly announce that today I launched my very own Facebook fan page!

The more fans, the more inspiration for me to keep this page running and update more often : )

Love you all together and separately ~

yayva

Painted Skies

Some days more than other ones things fall into their right places. Sunrise happens with the first cup of early morning coffee and the Moon rises the minute you lock the door behind you after a long workday. The stars smile at you from the very far above when you take a glance through the window wondering what tomorrow holds for you and appreciating what Today gave you. The cup of early evening tea smooths the disturbed mood and you feel how your soul starts blossoming like the most beautiful flower. At this point you let it all go and stay with what you have. The magical moment; the light feeling that floats on most wonderful puffy clouds on sunny Sunday afternoons and first fragile snowflakes that bring so much joy in the beginning of winter. It all feels aligned and tuned. You become whole… You fall asleep smiling and wake up with a bigger heart that is able to hold more love than yesterday…

Be Inspired~

I find it interesting sometimes how much I know and how less I can actually verbally say. Not because I wouldn’t want to but because the things I know are beyond verbal language and have no physical expressions or symbols. I find myself not once during a day building bridges out of compassion and self-sufficient love bricks between people I know and total strangers. Like a curious 3 year old I look for various “signatures” in people’s eyes and I feel emotionally weightless when a healthy energy reaches me and I align with the sender letting the Magic happen between us.. Those are the moments I cherish no matter how long they last. These are the seconds and milliseconds that encourage me to get rid of the facade that provides me with a false strength and self-image that I have to defend from attacks, real and imagined.

Instead, -

I choose a real change and attitude that there is nothing to defend and nothing to protect. Be inspired to join me.

Are You a Visitor # 1000?

I am curious about You, visitor # 1000. Are you female or male? What brought you here and did you find anything interesting?

I appreciate all of you together and separately my lovelies. Thank you for stopping by!

Physics and Other Romantic Complications

Almost a month ago I had a very beautiful experience. While walking home at embarrassingly late hours on a Saturday night I decided to click the “shuffle” button on my iPod, that I very rarely do and discovered a new song that had a message for me.. First chords didn’t say much and then, magic happened…. I slowed down and was breathing the music together with cold October air deep into my lungs and heart, trying not to miss any single particle of air and any piece of sound. I tried to get as much of them as I could. My usual 5 minute walk home became a rejuvenating multi-surface travel within myself. It was Romance and Love among Me, Night and Music. Something similar to the feeling when you realize that you are wholeness and there is no separate self, when you create intentions and physical body helps you carry them out.

Today another magical thing happened. The message from the song reached me in a different medium. And I traveled again… Physical well-known places became romantic compilations and the irritating 42nd street noise became like a sweet Love whisper in my ear. People became little unique planets with their own beautiful stories and I couldn’t let this moment pass so I stopped like an annoying 42nd street tourist for a moment in the middle of a busy sidewalk -

and smiled with my heart.

Late November Dreaming

Not once I have wondered how it feels to be You. You, who interact with me, who look at me puzzled and overuse word “interesting” that has no assigned meaning to me. You, who remember me when You bump into an uncomfortable struggle and want to share Your most personal moments that mean to You as much as there is space around the Earth times 7. You, who have little and big dreams for Yourself and others. How You feel walking by my side silently and what makes You so mad and sad . How You feel when I compliment You and when I tell You that I need “my own” time for a little bit. I am puzzled how You feel when I say I love You and when I really mean it. I also wonder sometimes why You want  to change me if You like me. Sometimes I do not understand why You complain or demand things from me instead of asking me to help You. Not once I have wondered how similar and different we are.  I wonder how it feels to be You because -

“I am You. You are Me.”

Watching the Clock

 

I don’t remember when and where I heard once that “life is just a bunch of stories that we go through.” Some stories can be found in the “Past”, some in “Present” and other ones in the “Possible Future” chapters. 

 

Recently I was exposed to genuine conversations about the stories from the “Past” chapter. Some of them were adorably beautiful, other ones had light context with not much meaning. There were painfully sad stories about unfulfilled dreams and wrong choices. Some stories were colorful as the most beautiful rainbow containing the solid variety of pure colors. Other ones were soothing my soul as the most romantic sunset with a loved one by my side..

 

The ones that I enjoyed most were the ones that left me wondering and wanting for more. Almost the same as that phase when you fall in love and there is no end of wanting to see the one you love more and more and more…. The more you look, the more you want. The more you touch, the hungrier you get… Those were not necessarily the nicest stories  about pleasant moments. Those were the stories about people being present with what they did and knowing that they accepted and were grateful for everything they were going through. 

 

Everyone of us is a writer of our “Book of Life.” Appreciate your past, live in the moment and work hard for the future you want to have. Create your book so that it would be a pleasure to sink in the armchair when it gets dark outside and go page by page remembering delicious moments and embarrassing seconds with a tiny grin on your face. So that you could proudly share it with others and your life would be made more of rainbows that leave you in awe of the beauty of their colors rather than cold rain that doesn’t do much good for you but gives a nasty cold…

 

I wish all of you to turn a new page and start from the beginning creating a nicer today and a even more beautiful tomorrow.