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The challenge to confront obstacles

It’s the beginning of Spring and I had a dream last night:

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, dancing shadows across the winding highway. I found myself veering off the familiar route, drawn towards a hidden path shrouded in mystery. The road led to a secluded farm, its gates guarded by two imposing white lions, their golden manes shimmering in the fading light.


Fear gripped my heart as I approached, the car windows offering a fragile barrier against the powerful predators. The air was thick with anticipation, the silence broken only by the rhythmic thump of my heart. As I ventured on foot, a playful lion cub emerged from the shadows, its playful antics contrasting with the menacing presence of its parents.


The journey continued, leading me through a labyrinth of winding paths and towering trees. The farm, once a symbol of tranquility, now felt like a hidden world, teeming with secrets and unknown dangers. Descending a wooden staircase, I reached a crossing point, hoping to return to the familiar safety of the highway. But fate had other plans. A sudden barrier blocked my path, forcing me to retrace my steps, the farm now feeling like a prison, trapping me in its mysterious embrace.

The end

Maybe it’s time to examine the obstacles on my path?

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Total liberty dreams

What would you do if you were here and now at total liberty to do anything?

I will create a sacred space where people can be authentically present. A place that invites a person to come to relax, meditate and nurture their inner being while connecting with nature.

Imagine a haven carved from sunlight and whispers of wind. A sanctuary where leaves unfurl secrets to the mossy stones, and dappled light paints shifting tapestries on the forest floor. Here, nestled among the silent sentinels of ancient trees, I would build a refuge for unburdened souls. A haven where bare feet sink into dew-kissed grass, and whispered dreams mingle with the rustle of leaves. This, my friend, would be a temple for unmasking, a cathedral of quiet where minds find solace and hearts unfurl like ferns to the morning sun.”