Hello from my blue dress, blue eyes, and the beach in Positano. It’s almost a starry night. So let’s talk about blue. A very special shade of blue. Blue mirrors, blue oranges, the bluish eyes of flame, blue moonlight on my skin, my prince of blue, I want...
and when i breathe you in, i know you know ~ The God-like Things by Lubomira Kourteva From the depths of our soul we are continuously being pulled by the invisible threads of love. It’s a secret only our heart knows. And even when it doesn’t make any...
… or when a dress is not just a dress. The sacred art of self adornment has been around for centuries long before there was fashion and style. Even before discovering precious metals, diamonds and crystals, women would decorate themselves in all kinds of other...
“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...
“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,...
Love peels us. We are like cinnamon, and every relationship peels yet another layer of our bark, taking us closer to our heart, our inner truth and our natural, most sweetest, scent. Our soulskin. Last time in Kiss on the Wrist, we explored the importance of trust,...
