My travels: Bieszczady Mountains. Expat Meditations.

You stand at the door into this land, looking over Lake Solina as it melts into the evening sky, and remember – this was the promise of forgotten dreams. Bieszczady Mountains, the magical land at the very end of Poland. For many, at the end of the world.   Green hills sink into the blue…

Goodbye, 2016, thank you for your gifts

You have been a wonderful year of travel and spiritual explorations for me, as well as the year of deepening my relationships and loves with people already in my life – and finding new friends. I am so grateful to each and every one of people that crossed my path this year, helpful strangers in…

My travels: Goris, Armenia. Where the time stopped.

Onto the first travel, down the southern Armenian path, up the mountains…
Let me take you down, cause I am going to strawberry fields… or rather, pear gardens.

This is my very first impression of the town of Goris in the south of Armenia… Golden honey-like sweetness: pears handed to us through metal fences, still warm either from the hot Caucasus sun, or human hands holding them gently…

A letter to the one, who believes

Please tell me, in order to know more, do I have to limit myself in experience of things worldly? How to go about reducing me to a core – to that place in the universe of a plum or an apple that carries life on forward? Is this limitation necessary to experience the truth this world offers?…

Seasons in-between

I love those in-between seasons.. First golden leaves on fresh green grass, silvery fog traces in a pale golden morning, first whiff of autumn – peace of mind.. First shy flowers in the rainbow of color, looking up from in-between snows, first quiet song of a dawn bird, pre-spring, pre-song, everything so still in the…