#diaryofafreespirit

I wanna feel life throbbing though my veins once again. I wanna dance like there was no tomorrow. I wanna write like this was my last testament. I wanna feel alive, once more. (picture taken in the Austrian

Oh, beloved child, caught in the trap of your own beautiful fantasies, bold aspirations and heartfelt attachments… You truly are being asked to master the art of letting go. Any time you think you’ve found

Hello dear Steemians, old and new friends... This post has been slow cooking inside the oven of my soul for quite some time now, amongst various other concoctions that I've been up to in the past few weeks

After the summer holidays I flew to London accompanied by my dad, who helped settle me in my new room and life. He was going to support me financially for the duration of my law degree, so I wouldn't have

After the summer holidays, I flew to London accompanied by my dad, who helped settle me in my new room and life. He was going to support me financially for the duration of the degree, so I wouldn't have

Before going further into my story, let me introduce you to some essential facts that led up to this monumental day. This episode follows up on Diary of a Free Spirit Ep. 3 - The Day That Changed My Life

On the other side of nothing, there is everything... And, indeed, everything is what I found when I plunged into the abyss of nothingness... In this article, I will continue sharing how my five-day silent

Sunday evening I arrived back home in London after a long coach journey from Newton Abbot, a small town in Devon, South West of England. My five-day silent meditation retreat had ended, but the journey

Hello dear ones, Today I'm excited to announce that I will be part of the Spring Retreat team organized by the one and only Dominik Reza Zaerin-Holubovsky (Yoga Teacher, Personal Trainer, Massage Therapist)

I could think of so many ways in which I could start writing this post, but none of them can truly honour the depth and the beauty of what wants to come through me... So I will simply bow to this voluptuous

15th of September 2014 was the day that radically and irrevocably changed the course of my life. It was one of those days when a choice between the red pill and the blue pill had to be made. And it had

Imagine waking up one day with a sense of revitalized purpose. As if your entire life is glowing with meaning again, after a long period of gloomy, dense vibrations. As if your soul has reawakened to its

Imagine being in an Airbnb room with a friend called Robert. Imagine having a deep, immersive conversation about important life choices, recent lessons and life-changing realisations. Imagine that you

"How could I read myself, if I don't write myself?" That was the first line of Cristina's essay that got her an award at the national contest for Romanian literature and creative writing back