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Thursday, September 6, 2018

Don't Say a Bad Word About Sark, Old Lady!

Hello all,

Wow, where is my writing inspiration gone, it's been ages since I wrote anything.

So I don't know if I mentioned but this summer I have been living on Sark island again.

When I was waiting for the ferry to go back to Sark today I overheard the conversation of one elderly couple. They have just been in Sark and they were sharing their opinion about it. So I stretched my ears and tried to follow their words, so nosy I am!

The woman was one grumpy lady, not happy about anything. She complained and complained while her husband was silently nodding his head. ''Would never come back to Sark again'', ''no sandy beaches, such a waste of time'', ''would never recommend to a family trip with children'', ''those tractors, horrible, and that dust everywhere they create'', ''the only good thing was scallops, but even that was average'' and so on and on. Not a single good word. ''If I want a seaside holiday, wouldn't ever come back even to Guernsey''...

I was sitting there and completely disagreeing with her in my head. I just could not believe how she wouldn't like even a thing about Sark. Now I must say, I am not even a local, I can't speak for the island. But 4 summers that I spent here proved me that it's the best Channel Island.

It's wonderful! And if I would have children I would definitely put Sark as my first holiday destination. No cars, nor pollution, beautiful empty beaches. interesting caves to explore and such a freedom and tranquility. How can you not love this place?

People are so friendly here, and how often do we find places in Europe where not having enough cash for a cake or ice-cream still gets you an ice cream because locals just trust you and they know you will bring change when you got one.

And how unique this island can be. How many communities don't survive in the conditions that Sark has. People here work hard and maybe from time to time they complain about things, but they keep Sark going.

No sandy beaches? Have you looked around? The beaches are stunning and Guernsey have even more. Or are you looking for a beach that is surrounded by casinos, where seagulls drop their poo every 2 seconds and to relax in the beach means being surrounded by some rowdy neighbours eating greasy burgers and fish and chips?Well, I must say, go back there then.

I know that I probably sound like her, mean and grumpy, ha! Attacking poor old lady on the internet. But I love this place and when somebody talks badly about it, it hurts me a little bit.

This summer has been good. Full of running, swimming, massages, learning and changes in life. Autumn is here and very soon with a new wind I'll go somewhere else, on another adventure. But I will keep spreading good word about Sark. Because it's the best. You heard that old lady? ha

Much love to you all,

Ligita

P.S. the post doesn't have many pictures due to technical problems:)

friends visiting!

Saturday, May 12, 2018

High on Life

Hello!

Sun makes me happy. After such long dark winter it seems like we finally have our well deserved late spring. How wonderful!

Everything seems so much brighter. People smile, trees blossom and the bees are having little races in the air. I love this collective happiness. The energy bounces in the air and I just randomly smile at everybody. At last, sun, you are back.

How long it has been? Nearly 7 months that I've been living in Bristol, whaaaaaat?!

But let me tell you my little love story between me and this crazy city.

You know that feeling when everybody loves something and they keep telling you how great that thing is and then they ask what do you think and you feel like it's wrong to say something opposite because everybody just love that thing so much. Well, that's how I felt about Bristol for a while. I liked it but it was far away from loving it.

In the past few months everything changed. I joined the tribe. The tribe of people who kept telling me how great this place is. But it wasn't the city. It was people that live here. Again this collective energy thing.

I found perfect job- working in a really sweet and laid back vegan/veg cafe, serving amazing food and being able to make that food. Not just serving people but actually cooking and experimenting with plant based ingredients. Not long it was that it changed my diet too. I ditched the rest of the things I always wanted to ditch and felt inspired to be able to make clean and guilt free food.

Dancing became something I started to adore. No wonder why ancient tribes used (and still use now) dancing as shamanic healing experience. It felt amazing to share my dance love with others. I felt uplifted, I felt that I can be free with music and movement, I felt that I could strip off all my fears and dive into the present moment effortlessly. And partner dancing is something magical. I felt that I learned an ancient language. Language that lets me communicate with others without words.

I realised how long I've been reading about the things that I am interested but not applying them in real life. So I started to experiment with making my own stuff. Like deodorant, toothpaste and shampoo. I feel like I was tricked by society to have that need to buy these products and just realised how simple is to live more naturally.

I connect more with my body now. I want to know my real self, I want to feed my soul with activities I love and care for my body and mind. Our lives can be so short, the time is so precious that wasting it on the things you don't like is not worth it. Especially in my case, being born in the country that lets me travel free, having healthy family and friends and having so much inspiration and positivity around me.

Learning massage therapy helps me to connect with my body too. I feel so privileged to be able to move, to be able to see and touch and feel. To be able to have a long run with no pain, to be able to dance until the clothes are covered in sweat, to be able to appreciate what I've got.

I am high on life and although not every day is happy and joyful I'm so fascinated to be part of my own life journey.

I felt like the collective energy in this place pushed something inside me, can't tell you really what exactly it is. Or maybe just again I felt at home. Like in all places I lived so far. Can I call this my own personal skill? To find home wherever I go?..

You all still have one month left to visit me before I fly away again... <3

Ligita

while visiting Dom in the Alps..

spring is here

cute clouds!

cake time

hiking times

Friday, September 29, 2017

It's Been a Pleasure, Cornwall

Hello,

And here comes the end of my summer adventure. I don't even know from where to start really. It's been wonderful, it's been more than I expected (and my expectations are normally quite high).
I lived just 4-5 months in this beautiful England's region and it's been enough for me to see why so many people go here. It's Cornwall. The land of pasties, amazing beaches and the sea that sometimes can fool you to feel like you are out of Europe.

I can see now why local people are so proud of it. I don't blame them, I would be too. The miners land turned into this last bit of UK where sunshine comes more than once a year.
I must say I did not believe it in the beginning. It's still UK, right? What sunshine? But hey, I think I discovered the sunny corner of England.

May was great. Full of new smells, new places, new discoveries. I love that feeling of being a foreigner. Everybody stops you to ask where you're from, what you do and how come you've heard about Cornwall. Everything seems new and different. Everybody seems so happy and friendly. Like being a child again where mind gets fascinated about everything. Routine doesn't exist yet. You start creating your space in this new world. You start making friends. You learn shortcuts. You observe like never before.

June was my favourite. 10 days heat wave. I know, I am animals lover and I did feel quite sad to see sheep in their big coats hiding in the shades, I felt sad to see so many dead bees on the road (sunstroke, hey :)) but being a selfish human being I just loved the heat. We are not talking spanish heat here, let's make it clear. Nice heat, probably no more than 30 degrees in the shade. The days long and warm. I have never seen so many happy people everywhere around me. The sun just never stopped warming us. I think I spent more time in the sea than on the land. For sure. It was beautiful, it was perfect. If I would have died on one of those days, I would have died as a happy girl. Ok, no jokes about dying.

July was wonderful too. Sunny. No heat waves but pleasant and warm. I still could not believe that I was in England. July was full of running days. My love for running came back to me and it seemed my legs just couldn't stop moving. It was my holidays time too. Holidays while, really, my work was already like holidays. Double win. Norway trip, seeing my special guy.

August went quickly. The weather changed. Look at me all I do is talk about weather, ha. Brittish trained me well, I'm blending in with locals. Another holiday. Can life even get better? Sark was magical. Dom, friends and dolphins. How lucky I am! And on top of that we got beautiful weather in the end of August so everybody were happy bunnies once again. Beaches, sunshine, swimming.

September took a while to accept. Because the autumn came very quickly. The smell in the air changed, the wind breeze was different and we lost long bright evenings. Like a child returning to school I was quite sad. Took me a week or two to accept it. And then it came joy. Of falling leaves, the change of colours, and my favourite-harvest. Free food everywhere. Making blackberry jam, sloe gin, picking apples, trying some hazelnuts. Oh, what a joy to live in the countryside. The rhythm of life changed too. Energy became different and there was this little breeze in the air of new adventures. That feeling of excitement mixed with sadness of leaving this beautiful place.

And here I am now. Nearly ready to leave. Physically and psychologically.

I must say I could have not picked better place to be. I know, it's not the surfers side of Cornwall and it's not the sunset beaches too but hey, it's stunning here. And remote. Beaches in the middle of the summer with heat waves nearly all for yourself. Just few screaming kids and definitely no stag dos (sorry guys!). Off beaten Cornwall. The walkers paradise.

It's been a pleasure, Cornwall. I shall be back one day.

Ligita