“And how can we love anything when we don’t truly see it nor connect to it? Anything in life is special only if we spend more time with it. The rose in The Little Prince. Our childhood toy. We can only love what we appreciate.” ~ from my published essay...
moonpulled, heart-first i go into the woods,like a raspberry leaf sewn into the mattress ~ from The God-like Things by Lubomira Kourteva A few years ago a beautiful woman came to me for a relationship reading, and as part of my synastry readings I invite clients to...
“I am my beloved’s, and my beloved’s mine.” ~ Song of Songs, 6:3 With these beautiful wild roses from our gardens, let’s enter through the mystical velvet veils of the lands of love today; and through the lens of spiritual astrology we...
A look is a deep thing. If you just see a person as you pass by them, no relationship is created. But if your eyes meet, something happens. A warm look, a warm smile, may dissolve the boundaries and perhaps you’ll even talk to one another. The eyes are the...
What we encounter, recognize or discover depends largely on the quality of our approach. When we approach with reverence, beautiful great things decide to approach us and reveal their wisdom and beauty to us. In many ways, our real life and the mysticism and magic...
I spend long hours here in the hammock, listening to the waves of the Caribbean sea. I love sunsets. Because the sun touches my skin warmest. And I then see it surrender itself for love. No matter how powerful, it too kneels for love, for his beloved, just like a...
