: 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, Art of Love is inspired to offer soul growth and to assist you on your path to consciousness expansion and a deepening of love.
Our greatest adversary is forgetfulness; forgetting our heart, truth and ability to love. No matter what has happened in our life, we all have, at least once, been touched by love; by tenderness, compassion, trust, faith, hope and generosity. It is love, and only love, that is the core of everthing; it is the greatest meaning of all, the greatest magic of all, the greatest reason for all.
My intention is to help you remember who
you are: true love
and whisper you back into your heart.
With love + peace,
Lubomira
The Right Relationship
Spirituality, Mysticism + Esotericism
Holistic Wellness
The Wisdom of Folklore, Story + Myth
{poem + story} Series
Archives: Click here for an archive of all my writings
The Art of Loving
Let every day be a painting. We change constantly. Even after many years together with one person living under the same roof, we still change, and we need to get to know each other — explore each other — all over again each day. And just like art, there is always something new we can find in our partner — a new colour, a new sparkle, a new curve of a brushstroke, a new feeling…
Faces of God: Holding Life through its Waving Phases
Life has its own pulse. To see the face of God, may be we need to accept all of life’s aspects as they wave. Is there a purpose? Of course. But maybe it is just something beyond the understanding of our human condition; of a perception much higher than we will ever be able to fully realize in this life…
Nothing is as it Looks, as Reminded by a Sparrow
As I pass through the backyard heading home I see a little sparrow lying on the walkway. Not moving. I kneel next to it as my heart sinks hoping it’d move and fly away; hoping it isn’t dead but may be it is just … resting? But still, the sparrow is not moving. I look...
