Comfort Zone

Rainy season in Arizona, loving it. So cozy, hot chocolate and listening to relax deep playlist, sandalwood incense burning , as writing this journal... Hearing the rain drops, seeing lighting into the horizon, and crispy thundering near by. It's like poetry. The poetry that expand your heart space, touches the softest part of self, in the most gentle way. I went for a walk, which felt amazing on the body. Mama, 1996, Michigan It's interesting, about two weeks ago I wrote a

Less food intake more awareness.

Knowing then to roam and when to rest

You know why this works so well between us? We get to be together and still do everything we want. Here I am going to be journaling about...

Take this new journey into receiving everything you desire.

Journaling and honoring your story

Everything leads to the truth, without it we are just an illusionary concepts wearing expansive wardrobe, driving fast cars and drinking...

Ask someone or self this question. Whether it will give a little surprised face, deep thinking for a moment or immediate answer yes/no,...

The cultural shock, big city and language barrier. October 13th, 2001 - Serbia -> NYC -> Detroit, Michigan Together with my brother,...

Lukewarm water, magnesium bath flakes, couple drops of peppermint oil and coconut milk powder soap. After a long day of creating,...

There is word for this and that... to continue from Journal 011 How we speak to ourselves actually has a huge impact in our lives. Do you...

Karma is a b*tch. This photo was taken about 8 or 9 years ago; somewhere in Thessaloniki, Greece, Agean sea. As staying committed to...

Weight of the world. We often cary with us "things" that don't even belong to us. We often forget to set boundaries and remind ourselves...