It happens all the time in heaven,
And someday
It will begin to happen
Again on earth -
That men and women
Often will get down on their knees
With tears in their eyes,
Will sincerely speak, saying,
My dear,
How can I be more loving to you;
How can I be more kind?
Hafez ( excerpt)
Beloved friends! Happy month of May & Happy Full Moon!
Thank you so much for being alive, for being part of my life's journey in so many ways!
Greece is slowly stepping out of the quarantine but still, no one knows what this new reality will be like. What I hear from many is the struggle of the inner war between the mind and the heart.
The mind is afraid, wants to act, to predict, to go back to the "normal" past or project in a "normal " future. The heart wants to open, to trust, to love.
Ma is the first word we say. Ma-Ma is recognized from almost every human being in the world as the name we give to our first shelter. Our mother.
{Ma-Ma is a primordial mantra that I use in my teachings and connects us with Mother Love.}
Becoming a mom, 17 years ago was and is the greatest gift of my life. No matter the difficulties, the struggles, the work it needs to be a mother I would never change it as it taught me first of all to love my own mother unconditionally and to give her only gratitude. For she gave me life.
There is an ancient breath breathing inside you.
She is longing to teach you how unique you are.
She carries gifts that can heal your wounds so you can lift the veil of your limited thoughts and remember your authentic myth.
It’s not about finding the meaning of life.
It’s about experiencing life as a sacred being in every breath you take.
Fully present. Fully loving. Fully forgiving. Fully grate-full.
Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and tell me.
Can you feel your life is sacred?
༄ ༄ ༄ ༄ ༄ ༄ ༄ ༄ ༄ ༄ ༄ ༄
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
