I’ve always had this dream, in which I’m sitting on a beautiful beach in paradise, just living my life there, doing what I love and have to do.
And I was just holding it there, in the back of my head, letting the dream rest, totally ignoring the background voices – the thoughts that appeared, the “right” and “wrong” of my surroundings.
One day, my heart started talking. It was a different language than my mind’s language. It was not a language made of words, it was a language made of chest vibrations, sounds and feelings. It is a language made of Universe’s dance. And no matter how big was the collision between my heart and my mind, it was so clear that one speaks truth and the other is just a great lier.
Two weeks ago I’ve opened my eyes on a white beach in Mauritius, now doing all I Love and Have to do here in the next few months.
Thank you heart, for leading me through each and every moment of my life.
Thank you great silence, for being eternily present.
Thank you, all that there is, for being.