Doing magic? Yes, you can!

When we think of magic, we imagine witches, Harry Potter, magic wands, flying on broomsticks and preparing potions. Is magic really only potions and broomsticks, or are they just symbols? Learning about your inner magician can help you look at magic differently and start doing the tricks.  Continue reading “Doing magic? Yes, you can!”

Little bites of joy

When we open our eyes and stop living on autopilot, we are able to find joy in every little moment in no effort.

What are little bites of joy? The moments when you feel alive the most and when you are grateful and aware of all the joy you can get from it. In every moment, here and now, there is great potential for joy, go for it! Continue reading “Little bites of joy”

I allow myself to be

My personal chant on honoring myself and allowing, but not avoiding, loving, but not fearing.

I allow myself to feel awkward.

I allow myself to eat meat.

I allow myself to have a white line on my back from suntanning in the swimming suit

and, unless I feel like it, I don’t have to be fit Continue reading “I allow myself to be”

Write to heal

Since a very young age, I have kept journals. I put photos of boys I liked inside and wrote down important events of my middle school life. I even wrote poetry, and I still like some poems from those days. Now, when I am almost 30 years old, I start to truly appreciate journaling and writing and discover all of its benefits. Continue reading “Write to heal”

Being free

What can be better than freedom?

To wear a dress you like

The sun melting you into a field of pink flowers

To wear a confident smile

and laugh and swing all day long, like a child

To spin yourself into losing your sense of direction

To kiss the man you like

To get lost in time

surrendering to your thoughts and being completely in charge

Enjoying each wave, each emotion, each beam of light.

What can be more than freedom?

When I am in love

When I am in love I fly to every place I need to go to, I bathe in the light of the ordinary and nothing scares me.

When I am in love, fresh laundry smells like cornflower fields and my thoughts get lost in a hidden temple in the Armenian mountains where I could sit next to you for hours enjoying sunshine without breaking silence between us. Continue reading “When I am in love”