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Serafina & Pipaluk take turns posting useful tips, spiritual practices, and their magical journey every week.
Darkness covers the land. The sky shimmers in greys, blues and even pale greens. Shots of orange and bright yellow are ever more rare. The cold creeps under doorways, through window panes and under...
The heart skipped a beat as the lungs expanded sharply to draw in a breath. The cold water shocked the body after a week spent in uninterrupted heat. The Island of Gods revealed a new face at the...
Part 1: How I ended up in hospital
Part 2: How I predicted this months earlier
Part 3: How I could have prevented getting hurt
Part 1:
I knew it was coming. I just didn’t know how. This is the...
What if you could change the world? Would you do it?
What if someone told you that you can? Would you believe them?
Right now the world is changing faster than it has in a long time. In our...
Do you ever feel helpless in this crazy, oscillating human world? If you do, you're not alone. There ars times in our lives that send us flying into shadowy depths of our minds that are hard to...
Imagine always having something in your toolkit that aligns you to yourself and your truth no matter how challenging or confusing life gets. Sounds amazing, right?
Learning and practicing ritual...
His eyes shimmer with the wisdom of one who has experienced first hand what he speaks of. He has been practicing for more than 40 years. It was living alone in the forest, deeply embedded in...
The tree has a big eye inside of it. Laying in bed for days on end, staring at the winter landscape outside as I nursed my baby, the tree became like the clouds on a day where the wind barely...
She slips through my fingers like memories made of sand.
Know thyself, and you shall know all the universe.
Gnothi seauton...
Sometimes I feel like I can grasp her. She's a collector, a writer....
The mind can stay youthful, curious, slowing time down to a manageable pace even as we grow old. Time is flexible, like a rubber band, we can slowly pull it back and forth or we can let it go and...
I noticed him long before we were even at our gate. His green backpack was torn and he alternated between ackwardly holding it in front of him and carrying it on his back. Anyone with just a little...
Love, like magic, is the source of many a ballad, and story. Poetry and art tries to grasp at what the mind cannot, thereby creating great works of great emotion.
We come to these works only to...
