A Touch to the Relic of the Holy Blood

I’ve recently returned from a short trip to Bruges, where I was on a special celebration for my birthday. It’s a magnificent historical place and the largest city in the Flemish Region of Belgium. However, I would like to tell you about a particular spiritual experience that I had and the feelings and reflections that it provoked in me.

The Basilica of the Holy Blood was one of the landmarks of Bruges

that the helpful and friendly receptionist recommended to visit in the morning before we went out of the hotel. Of course, I was interested to see it as I presumed it would be a place where history, architecture, national heritage and faith would interweave in a fascinating way.

Little did I know that what I was about to experience that day was going to move me deeply.

Thoughts before a Major Birthday

Here I am at the threshold of my 30th Birthday, scrutinizing my life and evaluating all the bits and pieces, aiming to find an answer to the question: “Am I happy and what can I do to be really happy?”

The “Big Birthdays” are a milestone in our life

or at least media and society have made us think so. They’ve implied a certain vision of what we need to have or be doing  in order to be acceptable and successful  in the public eye. However, they’re missing one very important part: what we want to be and feel like.

The Importance of Finding your Tribe

A few weeks back I attended a 2-day Coaching Training in Oxford. I was keeping an eye on the dates for months and finally decided to go to London so I could attend as I knew it would be of a great value for me. All of a sudden a date for Oxford came up and I put it in my diary.

My idea for going there was to get a better understanding of what coaching really was and to obtain some basic coaching knowledge and skills, which I could develop and use in my personal development and career.

Little did I know what struck me the most was the enormous motivational energy of a group of like-minded people.

How to overcome resistance when making a change

Change is a wonderful thing but let’s face it – the process of making a change from the initial idea to the end result is usually quite uncomfortable and uneasy. Why is that?

Every change is preceded by resistance and it is the reason for the uncomfortable feeling.

It’s that nagging voice that tells you we’re alright where you are, it won’t be worth it, it takes too much effort/ time/ devotion, nobody can guarantee a positive result in the end, what if you fail?

In the Land of Myths and Ancient History – My Holiday in Greece

A few months ago, I travelled to Greece to learn more about our southern neighbor and also to indulge the sun and explore this land of myths and ancient heritage. I couldn’t emphasize enough the importance and value of travelling. No matter the destination, duration or the money you can set aside for it, just go.

Travelling broadens the mind, teaches us to understand better our differences and to be more tolerant.

You not only see natural beauties and landmarks, but also experience their lifestyle, try the national cuisine and get to know their joys, problems and national pride.

Off we set with my mum to our special get-together trip to Athens and Peloponnese.

My Holiday in the Mountains

I have just come back from my summer holiday in Bulgaria, where I went to a short vacation in the mountains. Grown up in a country with the tempting allure of the scorching sun of the Black Sea beaches on one hand, and the tranquil enchantment of the thick, dark green, lush forests of our beautiful mountains on the other, my primary choice has usually been a vacation at the seaside.

However, this time I had a strong inner call to go to the mountains.

In my mind, the vision of serenity, peace and natural beauty was the perfect antidote for the everyday stress and accumulated tiredness. Even the idea of being in these surroundings made me relax and gave me instant gratification.

Writing as a Way of Healing

It was a November afternoon when me and two of my friends from work went for a lunch to a Lebanese restaurant in Oxford. After the sumptuous meals, which reminded me of our Bulgarian dishes, we headed back to the city centre.

On our way back, we noticed a small bookshop for donated books called “The Last Bookshop”.

Both me and my friends felt the urge to dive in between the bookshelves and pick a good and affordable book. I got two books and if we were about to stay any longer, I would have left with a few more. One of them was called “Writing as a Way of Healing”. I didn’t spend much time contemplating if I should buy it or not, I felt so attracted by the title as it resonated with something within me.

A few months passed while I was too busy working, giving start to my dream website,

My Writing Story

I want to share with you why I decided to start this blog as it means a lot to me. I’ve always had this writing desire in myself and through the years it urged me to do various things so to reveal it.

I’ve been an avid and voracious reader since I was a child.

Nobody ever taught me or motivated me to like reading, I just did, I guess I have it in my genes. I still remember the day when they brought our class from school to the public library in my hometown. I was astonished, I felt this was a really special place for me, like a gate opened in front of my eyes. This day is so vivid and colourful in my mind today as if it was yesterday.

I guess this is how we remember days which have affected us profoundly.

To My Mum

How do you start a love letter? “Dear …., I just want to let you know how much you mean to me and thank you for being part of my life.” You carefully pick nice colourful sheets of paper and a lovely envelope, seal it with a kiss, maybe spray some perfume… This is a love letter. To the most important person in my life – my Mum.

I’m sure your mother is the most beautiful, kind and understanding mother in the world for you. So, you might feel like writing a similar letter to her or maybe just calling her to tell her how much you love her.

“Dear Mum,

Words can’t express how much you mean to me and how strongly connected I feel to you.

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I’m telling lies.

I say,

It’s in the reach of my arms,

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.