
: dedicated to deepening our human connections, so that we lead more spiritually and emotionally fulfilling lives; by exploring the wisdom and secrets of our ancestors, and unveiling the beauty beyond the veil and within ourselves.

In an ever-changing world where people are seeking to reconnect to their true essence, and to one another in togetherness, Art of Love is inspired to offer soul growth and to assist you on your path towards a deepening of love.
Our greatest adversary is forgetfulness: forgetting our heart, inner truth and ability to love. No matter what has happened in our life, we all have, at least once, been touched by love, and we know how its beautiful aroma has scented our hands long after and the hands of those we’ve held with it. Love has various shapes and forms, and different speeds and movements, and is found in tenderness, joy, compassion, grace, trust, faith, hope and generosity. It is love, and only love, that is the core of everything; it is the greatest meaning of all, the greatest magic of all, the greatest reason for all.
My intention is to whisper you back
into your heart.
With love + peace,
Lubomira
The Right Relationship
Spirituality, Mysticism + Esotericism
Astrology
Holistic Wellness
The Wisdom of Folklore, Story + Myth
{poem + story} Series
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Dedication
We can’t just be a “sometimes” and yet expect the “everything fully”. To experience the depth of connection, live a more fulfilled life or live at more intentional level as an individual, we need dedication, devotion, commitment, and loyalty. It takes every day consistent amounts of effort …
The Art of Nurturing Intimacy
In love, we seek closeness. We seed to close the distance between the you and the I, to hold the otherness and become the us. We want to be an us. Love enjoys everything. Love needs everything. And then there’s desire – this beautiful wild creature, this heat, in our underground lands. Desire needs mystery, needs space, needs to take us from where we are to where we’ve never been …
Rethinking The Role of Imagination for Change Makers
Change isn’t logical nor easy – it demands imagination. It demands a seeing beyond the veil of roses painted red …
The Spiritual Gift of Discernment
With so much going on in our world, we can sometimes feel like we are dropped into a rabbit hole, deep into some unknown non-sensical wicked lands …
Choose the One who …
Choose the one your soul desires, your heart sees, your body knows …
{poem + story} you smell like moonlight on my skin.
your bared moonlit hands, on my bared moonlit skin …
{poetry translations} “Enchantress” by Peyo Javorov
“My soul is a humble captive, captivated by your soul! – a captive, is my soul in your two quiet eyes” …
Heat of a Woman
In the underground of our natural wildland lives a being: our heat. This beautiful creature is our sensory nature, our sensual self, our creative power. It is our life force. And like all wild creatures, it has its own timing, desires, needs and nutritive cycles …
Wild, Untamed
… And there’s a knowing of each other, and of being known, a knowing not of flesh, but through flesh. A transfer of scent, a spirit. An opportunity for a deepening.
Because to love one another we must love our wild, untamed parts. Because deep love is the allowance to be stirred entirely by the wildish soul of our partner …
The Feminine Mysteries of Love and Longing
The masculine aspect of love is the fiery sword that becomes the action, the word, the seed, the penetrative power which initiates, which says “I love you. I want you. I need you.” The feminine quality of love is the mystic. She is the yearning, the longing, the moist soil, the bottom of the wells, the wombed room, the cup to be filled, the tides pulling in towards herself, the desire, the dreaming. She is the memory itself. She whispers in a voice only the soul of her beloved understands and she says, “I am waiting for you. I am longing for you.” …
The Sacred Art of Self Adornment
Somewhere in these intimacies I too learned the sacred art of self adornment. When my night dress became the silvery romance of moonskin. An emerald green scarab kissed my finger – and became my ring …
Sing Love Back to Skin
Sleep of trust, surrender of tear. With a kindness of rhythm, she sang soul back to love, warmth back to skin. Skin against skin, she slipped gently into the bed, returning his heart back to his body. And this is how they awakened. Wrapped around each other, tangled from their night, but tangled in a new way now – a good and lasting way …
