Gran Hotel Ibiza - July ´24

Gran Hotel Ibiza. 

Sunday, 28th of July, 2024

Self-love.

Silence is self-love.

Pancakes with spinach, cheese, and mushrooms. 

A bowl of mango.

Even if you decided to fast on that day.

Ibiza Gran Hotel

I am love, and there is fear present. 

I am chanting the name of God. 

Is love being present, observing my breath?

Yoga teacher is on her way.

Thank God.

So is the nanny. 

Thank God.

Yesterday, I went to Galleria Elefante, which continues to be a magical place, and the book of Claudia Navone, A Shapeshifter’s Tale, called me again.

I bought it a year ago, but it ended up in storage together with my other things. I am grateful to her for sharing her journey, as I can observe many similarities, and it gives me comfort.

I am going to eat my breakfast with joy and reverence with my daughter.

What is happening for me now will benefit her and her descendants.

If one practices Kriya Yoga, they can help seven generations to come and cleanse their karma—seven previous as well.

I wonder if I choose to believe that because it makes me feel better and proud.

You.

Listening to the book about Apolonius from Tiana, from my favorite podcast in polish, Krummi Art

Holidays with my daughter are about to finish, and I'm planning to continue my Kriya path.

It's very hot in Ibiza.

My new home did not manifest itself, and I did not push either.

God has a plan.

I will pick up Lila from piano, and we will go to the movies.

I wrote a post this morning that is maybe my last post on the blog.

I decided it takes too much time, but I might change my mind.

I feel that there are better ways I could express myself and that systems are important.

Reading Claudia Navone made me smile.

I also feel that I'm in the waiting room.

OF GOD.

My futile attempts at meditation felt almost pathetic.

Every night, I got up a few times, and within a few minutes, I was back in bed.

This too, I guess, is a gradual process.

I learned a lot, but not enough—probably enough to know that it takes courage to let go of control, or rather, the illusion of control.

God provides for all that I need and more.

I am taken care of on all levels.

I had a wonderful holiday with my daughter.

It was weird not to hike and not to swim in the ocean.

Yoga was the only constant in my calendar, other than the cheese, spinach, and mushroom breakfast mix I have chosen for myself.

What am I trying to say here?

I'll jump in the pool to say thank you to the water and to the sun.

My jellyfish scar is very small, and probably there will be no scar.

Funny how something as intense and painful becomes nothing significant within a few days.

I wish I could apply that to my divorce.

Letting go, knowing this to be the gateless gate to the spirit world.

I laugh at my own predicament.

I vowed to support Kriya projects.

My mind is drifting to incredible women in my life.

My friends.

To all those who are and continue to suffer, not allowing themselves to shine.

I do the same.

I still feel this not enough-ness.

Two years of a journey.

I removed my implants and lost some weight.

This is how it looks from the outside.

Inside, I made a massive shift that only I can feel.

My partner feels it too.

The world will feel it soon enough.