With quiet gentle steps, Christmas arrives. And it’s time for magical tales and warmest love from the heart. Christmas eve is mystical. It is holy. It is the eve when a child was born, under the brightest star, who grew up to teach us all about the power of...
“I’ll be a wild rose, and you – my eternal summer.” ~ Lubomira Kourteva Snow fell covering our streets in white tenderness. And still, the wild roses are blooming. Their gentle bodies of stem are holding on holding strong, and their petals are wide...
Snow fell here in the far north covering our streets in its white tenderness. In winter, we find ourselves in a time of keeping warm, in the space within, contained for love, peace and clarity. The sun is rebellious, especially in snow it always wins. And then it...
kiss me, from where else you feel me lubov,not just with lips kiss me,from where else you carry my home lubovif not in your heart? ~ from The God-like Things by Lubomira Kourteva It’s almost the end of November and the wild roses are still blooming. And...
One-liners have become quite popular, but unfortunately even the most spiritual of statements can be twisted into something loveless, ruthless and compassionless. This has resulted in many spiritual concepts which have been minimized into short statements, re-played...
