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Offline Inside my Cancerian shell Cooking up a feast A feast full of love, dreams and ambition A feast full of drinks, overflowing with gratitude, A feast ending so sweetly Reminding me what was missing from all the other meals High in courage and free from self-comparison A feast so delicious I invite you To travel To this VIP location Inside yourself For the most rewarding meal of your life Then once you're full Feel free to invite others
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Maya here! Sarah's let me take over her blog today and I'm super happy to share with you my first heart route! But first let me share a little bit about me. I was born on Valentine's day and my name means love in Nepali, my favourite snack is broccoli and I'm obsessed with chasing pigeons. People seem to think I'm a small bear or cat sometimes... but I'm sure I'm a Pomeranian. One minute I'm chasing pigeons, sniffing grass and finding a good spot to roll around in, the next minute Sarah picks me up and puts me in some sort of flying bed. It's strange but kind of cosy cause she's put my favourite blanket inside. Not sure why she's put me here... Wow I'm super high up, I miss the floor let me outta here! Ok escape fail, she's harnessed me in... My fur feels sort of strange, it's like she's blow drying me after a shower, except it's nice and cool. So many humans keep staring at me, everything's moving around me so fast, Hold on a minute... I recognise it all, its my favourite walking route! I recognise the smells and the trees, those purple flowers on the floor, this is the park full of dogs that always want to sniff me. Ok we’ve stopped, Sarah is giving me lots of hugs and doing that strange high pitch voice, the same as whenever I’ve peed on the grass or sit down. I think I’ve done something she likes as she’s just given me my FAVOURITE BONE, Nothing else matters right now, just me and my bone, the cool blow dryer on my fur. I like this flying bed, I could get used to this. I’ll tell you about the rest of the ride later, I’ve got some serious chewing to do. 13/2/2020 0 Comments Heart Route 37 in BarcelonaQuiet Love No need to sweep me off my feet Just a forehead kiss will do No need for extravagant jewellery Your hand holding mine will do No desire for a giant bouquet A plant that blooms will do No surprise luxury hotel A tent under the stars will do No fancy restaurant needed A heart-shaped ride will do No need for changing you Your quiet love will always do 26/11/2019 0 Comments Heart Route 35 in Altea, SpainBody still, Mind on fire The numbness spreads My legs gone dead If only I could move The tenacious fly That active gardener If only I had silence My familiar friends Worry and Fear Always around, but never welcome Body still, mind on fire Breathing interrupts Damn that feels good Stomach growing like a balloon Emotions join the stream Thoughts pass like clouds Even the ocean seems calmer Sitting cross legged Silence starts to spread Body still, flames reduced Mind at peace 25/8/2019 0 Comments Heart Route 34 in CopenhagenThe Danish Route to Happiness A sea of cycle lanes More bikes than cars A city in synch Hearts seem to link Boat-lined ports Picnics packed and ready Candy coloured streets Riding to the beach Help that lady off the bus Feed that hungry red squirrel And as the sun starts to set The best hasn't happened yet Replace phones with candles Share love not posts Eat together not alone You’ve discovered hygge in your home! Thank you Earth For allowing me to cycle my heart out Year after year All over your beautiful body, For allowing me to share my soul One heart route at a time |
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