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...
Dear heart, Thank you for being here with me this past year, reading my works of love, and sharing my poems, essays and writings. It’s been such joy to see my readers from all around the world: UK, Germany, Italy, Belgium, Iceland, Finland, Sweden, Norway,...
“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...
