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l o s t  i n   t h e  w o o d s .

Have you ever stood in the middle of a wood, with your face towards the sky, seeing nothing but the crowns of the trees? There is a certain feeling running through your veins, a poisoned mixture of being alone, being lost yet...being free. Yes, my love, you are free. With every breath you take, with every step you make, you are a free spirit. Being free, rather than being lost, is a decision.  When have you been with yourself the last time? When did you listen to your heart, feel the blood running through your veins the last time?  Close your eyes. L i s t e n .  F e e l .  You are  a l i v e .  How wonderful it is , to suddenly wake up and see that there is no such thing as being lost, as long as you keep on walking. Yes, my love, you have a decision to make. The decision of which way to choose, which way to go. But, no matter which way you’re going for, it will lead you somewhere. 

I want you to understand, that the only destination you should aim to settle at, lies within yourself. Yes, my love, you are the journey  a n d  the destination. Your most important belongings always with you: your heart, your instincts, your spirit and your soul.

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s m i l e .

I’m sitting outside at one of my favourite Cafés, watching people passing by in front of me. It’s the 31st of August and the air is filled with autumn’s gentle kiss. A chilly kiss, which makes me still want to wear dresses, while snuggling up under one of the soft blankets, restaurants and cafés offer to keep their guests warm and cozy while having a bite and chatting along to hot chocolate or wine.  With my hands wrapped around one of those hot chocolate mugs, I just let my mind wander, while watching people passing by. An elderly man is passing by, totally focused on eating his ice cream, smiling like a little happy child. A group of three women is walking along, excitingly gossiping. Two of them obviously mother and daughter, dressed the same way, yet in different colour combinations. Identity is making its expressional dance here. A woman is having a little snack while walking in a rush, though she doesn’t hesitate to smile at me when passing by.  There is something so calming about watching people while enjoying some quality time on your own. For most people though, it seems difficult to just spend time on their own. It seems hard and painful for them, as they are confronted with who they are when they’re alone. There is nobody else, distracting you from your inner voice. There is just you and a moment which asks you to make best out of it. Can you enjoy being on your own? 

A woman is passing by, I think she’s around my age. She’s looking at me, scanning me from head to toe with a look that couldn’t be any more judging. Maybe it is the simple yet tight black dress I wear, maybe it’s the red lipstick because, yes, I love me some red lips during day time also. And maybe, it’s just about herself. She gives me a grumpy look and even though she brings a ton of negative energy with her, I smile. I smile at her because I truly believe that, deep down there, she wasn’t that grumpy judging person from the beginning. We are born with a certain drive and as children, there is nothing better than being able to stand on your own feet for the first time and to conquer the world from that moment on. As a smiling and cheering individual, we try to figure out the first steps in life and only bad experiences, toxic people,toxic mind sets and negative happenings can dim that light of excitement and love, that mother nature gave us along our way.  Whenever I see someone judging me or looking at me with a grumpy or even angry face, I remind myself of the fact that there are always reasons for that we are who we are and that, sometimes, the tiniest smile can change a whole situation. Be warm, be kind, no matter what life makes you stumble upon.  The situation changed, indeed. Suddenly, the woman smiled back at me, raised her head, put her shoulders back and changed her whole posture. She changed her body language and with that, she changed her energy and the energy of the whole situation. There she was, the woman I had guessed to find deep down inside of that grumpy facade. P R O T E C T I O N  is the key word here. 

Happy Friday, loves. 

Love,  Chloé

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I l l u s i o n .

Once upon a time... I have fallen in love with a man who taught me how to see life from another perspective and who encouraged me to get to a positive mind-set where happiness is a decision, not something you have to earn and won't reach anyways. He encouraged me to ask questions, to see the world differently, to focus on the positive instead of sticking to the negative. But the biggest lesson he taught me, without even knowing, is the one where I suddenly realized that there is such thing as idealizing a person and not falling in love with the actual person itself, but with an illusion of what this person could be like.

Illusions are the companion of most people, I feel, and that is fine as long as you are aware of the fact that you are having one. We can have illusions about a lot of things and sometimes there is a super thin line between visualizing your future, for example, and having an illusion which will never be fulfilled at all. Last one is made up on your mind and will be stuck there, whereas the first one has the potential to become your reality.

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Princes don’t exist, do they?!

More and more, we realize that the bespoke prince might not quite exist the way Disney made us believe and with every added heartbreak, we might become more like the bad witch, than the wonderful naive princess, waiting in her bed to be awakened by a stranger. If we would wait for that instead of setting our own alarm, chances are we lie there forever. No stranger, no kiss, no awakening.

In times of strong and independent women, there is no need for princes to wake us up, but it's nice to know we can lean on them when we really need to, right?

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Scrapbook

back to basics, without pressure. just writing all out of what is on my mind. every time, whenever I like. I’d like to see it as a little scrapbook rather, than as a “blog”. also because I get tired of that word. everyone has one nowadays but not many really have something to say, I feel. It’s like a digital diary for my thoughts, ideas and pictures. I’d love to have you with me. I’d love to inspire and be inspired. a circle of inspiration and love, of courage and free spirits. let’s reach for the stars, while dancing with reality. 

❤︎

Love,  Chloé 

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Havana Dreaming

Whenever there are times, where I feel a bit off, don’t know which way to chose or what to think, there is this dream creeping into my mind at night. A dream of me, dancing through the streets of Havana, laughing all my doubts, fears and boundaries away. I am dancing with locals, totally light and carefree. Women and men are dancing with me, smiling nonstop. A group of elderly men is playing live music. Tones written by life, dancing through the streets, together with rhythm and joy. The sun is kissing my skin gently, intensifying all the love and the warmth, I am surrounded with. An elderly woman is taking my hand, guiding me through the street, showing me what life has to offer when it comes to positive emotions. We dance all evening long, then I find myself at the beach. Wriggling my toes in the sand with every step I take, soaking in the ocean breeze, filling my lungs with life.  When I wake up, I always feel warm hearted, refreshed and energised. It feels like the elderly lady is guiding me on the right path, out of the streets to the beach and then back to reality again. I haven’t been in Havana yet, but this dream is following me through the past 2 years now. It’s making me long for more, making me long for doing all of this, in reality.  

(Pictures found on Pinterest)