In the End, It's All About People

Servus dear ones,

I am a book worm. Always have been in love with the world that lives in the books. Imaginations, inspiring stories, haunting knowledge seem to fill my soul so well. And I always so stronly believed in the power of words.

I also seem to be fond of romanticisim. Everything is magic to me, everything in this world happens synchronically, all kind of meant to be. This sort of thinking led me to romaticise isolation.

Now, people who really know me would probably never imagine that such a social little penguin as me can be craving for isolation. But I did and I do, many times.

Some of my favoutrite writers such as Bukowski or Keruac, Robyn Davidson romantisized isolation so much that to me, it seemed the most magical thing. Until I started traveling.

Until I started meeting people, all sorts. Wonderful, mean, inspiring and fun, happy and sad, lost and found. I started to listen to their stories, their teachings. I happen to realize that without social contact, without connection with these homo sapiens my life wouldn't really be that magical.

Yes, I still believe in a gift in being isolated but gosh do I love people.

For the past week my really good friend came to visit me and again and again and again it made me feel that power of connection in friendships. I feel so good, I feel so happy, I feel that belonging feeling that sometimes I lose in isolation.

I do live in the most stunning locations, but in the end, to me it's all about people. It's all about those connections you make, those stories you hear, those stories you tell. Yes, you can die happily on some epic mountain summit, but gosh there will never be a feeling that can replace that love for your beloved ones.

So go on, meet that friend who keeps on texting you but you just seem to never have free time, call that person who perhaps feel lonely, go and see your family, your grandparents. That's why we are here. To share, not to own.

Amen

Ligita

P.S. This time ALL the pictures are from Egle

Szuka

Once in China

Local transport

Zora

Sunshine Month

For the past month I have been staying at the Sunshine House in Greece. The place attracting beautiful souls to learn the art of touch, to live healthy and dig deeper inside.

I had an honour to be part of the family and from time to time chop some vegetables, sweep some fallen leaves and just enjoy an easy life.

When I am surrounded by many like-minded people I often feel safe, accepted for who I am and often inspired. The Sunshine House has this vibe inside, this wonderful energy of love and affection. I know I do sound like living in some fairyland, but hey fairylands often has dirt too.

When I am on the road I am often reminded that everything is impermanent and only what I’ve got is here and now. This state of being is perhaps where I feel the most content. Even when I bump into darkness. It’s like an anchor. Always there for me to stop. To look. To feel. To be.

My monkey mind often jumps in front of me. What should I do next, where should I go next, what is my purpose, why I am here. These questions attack me every day. But I know I have my anchor, the present moment. This moment. This exact moment. Concentrating on each letter I put, on each sound that surrounds me. How can this be not enough?

This month hasn’t changed my life. I just felt a little be more connected with that anchor. It’s always there. We are all ships, sailing across, stopping here and there. The storms come and we think we are sinking but it’s up to us to decide how we sail.

I am so grateful for meeting so many amazing people and getting inspired to continue my journey.

Next destination, the cat sanctuary. My animal teachers are calling me to show me more how to sail in this life.

Meow.

Sending big love to my dearest families around,

Ligita

beautiful Dirfis mountain

the view from my tent in the mountains, little bit foggy!

beautiful Mooji

amazing Dafni beach

acro yoga pros :D