Honesty and color

I do know what I want for this place. 

I want it honest, I want it raw, I want it beautiful, not because it is aesthetically pleasing, but because it is true. 

Resonating. Touching, with the realization that some truths are the same for all of us, no matter what we look like on the outside. We all have to deal with life being unpredictable, being brutal, being tough. With making mistakes, with having regrets, with coming short of our own expectations.

With hurting others, deliberately or through being blind and unaware.

And still we have to go on, every day. And still there is so much beauty, so much grace, such goodness.

We are all in this together.

So the idea is that whatever I experience will be of value to you if I am uncompromisingly honest about it. 

Because such honesty always touches that part in us that knows. 

Knows we are ultimately the same. 

We all want to find our own truth, live out our own uniqueness. Contribute ourselves.

In my work as a healing facilitator, I love my clients so much when they start to open up. Even if they have done things that are not nice at all. If it is truthful, it is beautiful, and I can understand. Being that honest, opening yourself up with such vulnerability has to touch. I can’t help but love this incredibly courageous soul.

And maybe this is why I want to do be so honest myself. 

Because I want to be loved.

For the real me. For the person full of flaws, full of shortcomings, short of money. For the impatient, angry, snappy bitch I sometimes am. For being insecure. For hiding. Behind books, behind smiles, behind being nice. 

And because coming out of hiding is an act of self-love, of acceptance. And hopefully of inspiration. 

We all struggle, let’s do it together! Becoming gentler and more real in the process.

A wonderful weekend dear friends!

Lots of love,

Ps: After a visit to a Holi festival Eva looks like this. By now she had a swim, a shower and a bath, and she is still colorful. So is her bedding, her t-shirt and the wall....