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

Forests

Hello,

I dedicate this one to my heart home- forest. I swear every time I come back to Lithuania these mysterious, even a little bit spooky forests give the heart shelter to me.

There is something about the pine smell, something in long and slim trunks of these old trees. My eyes bath in the view and my heart is happy. A broken one but in transition of something.

I walked the paths I used to run when I was a child. Memories pass by, one after another. Am I turning so old or does it seem so so far away. I look at the hill that used to be so big to cycle my bike and I laugh. Everything is shrunken. The lake that I used to spend all my summer days in is a tiny pond, the bridge that I jumped off to the water once and was so proud of myself is a tiny step, the house I lived in and knew every corner have different smells now, different people. I love re-visiting the past.

And then I look at the trees and forest. Nothing changed. Is that the reason I find an inner peace? Person who thrives on movement finds an inner peace at something that is the same and always be?

I read somewhere that being in the forest is highly meditative. Beautiful plants and trees catch your attention and without trying you end up being. Here and now. And those tiny lakes and rivers in the forest- they are full of life. How can a man destroy forests? Desperation I guess, but mostly greed.

My time in Lithuania is full of questions, fears, happiness and excitement. Full life's package. Sometimes I feel like a closet full of drawers, in each keeping something in. And to make space for new bits inside I need to clean some old ones.

This September has been hard but still beautiful. I left stunning Sark and special connections and friendships, I got a qualification I wanted and unexpected health problems which made me think about certain things in life. Health is important so much but so as self-realisation, connection and happiness. I do feel very blessed with my family, with great friends and wonderful souls I met. It feels like new years eve post, ha!

In October you will find me in Greece. Give me a shout if you are around.

Much love,

Ligita

Beautiful house in Bristol

bike path in Bristol

Vilnius

Druskininkai, my beautiful hometown

friends love

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!