As the year was coming to an end and I was writing this, the subtle and quiet sadness wrapped itself around me like a warm coat, letting me know that things do come to an end. The year has come full circle, which is usually a time to draw a line and start thinking about everything that has happened. We start letting go of an era and prepare for the new, which is going to be full of mystery and revelations, perhaps the best one yet, and most of all, it’s going to be what we make of it. Looking back is only sensible in order to see how far we’ve come. Don’t let the sight of closed doors burden you and don’t allow the people who’ve left, hurt you too badly. A look in the rear-view mirror can be painful and it can last a while, so in order to keep from getting stuck in between transitions, it’s best to gather your strength and focus on all the good that’s in line for us ahead.
So, a year has passed. We’re a year older, but not necessarily wiser. We’ve definitely gained new insights, which make things somewhat clearer; the veil of night has descended upon others, giving them over to the night forever. No matter where we are presently, I believe it’s far more important to appreciate the lessons life has brought our way and discover what makes them useful. Deep down, I firmly believe we can handle everything, because the Universe knows us and would never put us in situations we cannot deal with. Don’t be afraid to explore previously undiscovered paths or try things you haven’t explored before. They’re both crucial for experiencing what you’ve never had and becoming what you’ve never been before.
And today is the kind of day we’re able to become more fully aware of ourselves and plunge inside more intuitively, start rummaging the drawers and explore the nooks we usually leave undiscovered. Our subconscious is always there, a silent guard of our heart, using its radar to let us know, whether we’re on the right track at all. And so it happens that a crawling feeling or unexpected burst of tears catches me off-guard, like a well of something deeper, hidden inside me just waiting, these days, to come to the surface. I’m writing this in a bed, overlooking hilltops covered in snow. All there is around me is whiteness and a frozen lake, in which they say a dragon lives. Sofia keeps asking me, if it’s still there and what it’s doing underneath all that ice…A smart question to which there is no answer, just as there are no answers for the questions inside me. I wait silently to hear the voice, to find the way and open the drawer with the answer, but then nothing happens. All I can do is try to calm my thoughts, which run around like crazy chickensa , trying to catch some air and tell myself, again, that all is going to be well. You know the mantra, don’t you?
I trust the feelings and inner vibrations, because energy knows no lies. You can feel it calling you, almost imperceptibly, and it always has a message for you. It’s important to understand it. Sometimes, the thing set right in front of us seem as great as snow-clad mountains. You literally have to stop then, and even if you spend months waiting patiently in front of the obstacle, hoping it will move by itself, you end up realizing there is nothing else to do but set off with the bare necessities, and find your inner strength, because you know it will take quite a long time. The end of a year is a time, when we’re supposed to know approximately where we are: still at the beginning, somewhere in the middle or at the very top. I can honestly say, I don’t know where is the most ideal. If I’m at the bottom, I may think I can still change my mind and rest for a while longer; if I’m in the middle, I’m probably a bit confused, because I don’t know, how much I still have left to go. And I forget to enjoy the stroll and admire the surrounding nature and notice all the things I was meant to. But if I’m at the top…Ah, the top, the sweet place of expectations, so full of promise, and yet when you turn left or right you realize it’s quite a small space, in which you cannot stay forever.
My darling ladies, we each have a mountain of our own, so my wish for 2018 is that mine becomes manageable and yours remains nothing but a memory.
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