Happy New Year!

As we’re sailing through the last hours of 2017, I wish you all a new year with health, kindness and creativity. Stay strong, don’t be hard on yourself and take good care of you. Tell the people you care about that you love them, let your face soak in the sunshine when it’s possible, and visit new places even if they’re in walking distance.

Let those who hurt you behind and create something new with your hands; a meal, a doodle, a hat. Make other people smile and listen to your favorite songs again and again. Buy a plant, blow up a balloon!

Offer a helping hand to those who need it and don’t be afraid to ask for one in those moments that everything seems impossible and you feel alone. Take pride for you accomplishments, you worked hard, but don’t forget to acknowledge your privilege, too, and be thankful.

Have a happy new year!

May it smell like cherry blossoms and be covered with fairy dust ?✨


Thank you for reading ?

P.S.: Black kitties for good luck!

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of warmth and salt

I love the sea.

I wish I could own a house at the beach – at least at view distance- so that I can feel my heart in the right place.

The only thing good about summer is going to the sea. When I was young I would spend at least a full month at a house by the beach, I would go for a swim every morning for hours, I would swim behind a small wooden boat while me grandfather would oar unhurriedly and sing a ridiculous song about a strong man that was afraid of nothing but for his wife. I would stay in the water hours after my skin wrinkled. I would lie under the stars, the sounds of the waves and the smell of the salt lulling me to sleep every night.

Spring is already here even if it doesn’t look like it in Athens. The other day we went at the beach. It wasn’t a cold day, but it wasn’t sunny either. Kites were in the air, children laughed and ran about, and the sun above the soft waves created playful shadows behind the clouds.

I think I’m going back to the sea this weekend.

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Exploring poetry

Lately I’ve been delving into poetry. Mostly reading, but sometimes writing, too. I torture my friends with my 3am inspirations and first drafts of poems that I wrote on jotterpad when sleep wouldn’t come, but I don’t regret it because it’s fun, and because it makes sense.

The poetry out there is beautiful and fascinating and inspirational and many more adjectives that have a warm and motivational feeling.


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