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!

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