the eyes of a wolf

I have always thought that some people and books find the way to each other for a reason. There is a story why I have found my new book "Women Who Run with the Wolves". This book has enormous impact for the journey to myself. One man once said that I have the eyes of a wolf.  I have the eyes of a wolf and I hope that one day I have the soul of a wolf, because they have absolutely most beautiful and clever souls of any kind. From the book: " Üks emahunt oli tapnud oma surmavalt haavatud kutsika- see õpetas mind kõigest hingest kaasa tundma, aga ühtlasi ka, et on vaja juhatada surm surija juurde".  "Peame õppima aru saama sellest, mis on meie ümber ja mis käib meie kohta: peame õppima seda, mis meie sees peab edasi elama ja mis peab surema. Meie ülesanne on ajastada need mõlemad küljed õigesti: peame laskma surra sel, mis peab surema, ja laskma elada sellel, mis peab edasi elama".

..................................................... ♥ .............................. have a beautiful journey to yourself  .............................. ♥ .....................................................

.......................................................... ♥ .............................. photos of me by Liis Tamra  .............................. ♥ ..........................................................

Colorful Delhi & Varanasi, India

The final story of my India comes from New Delhi & Varanasi. I haven´t been to places which are so colorful. Not only because of the different colors in the streets and the clothes people wear, but the colors of the whole being, the colors of energies, the colors of the people´s minds, the colors of souls, smiles, faces, the colors of my own emotions. We arrived to Delhi from sunny Goa, it was yesterday when our sweetest ones held us in their warm arms, and the next day, we were siting there, at the train station, cold, hundreds of brown eyes were looking at us. Everybody wanted something from us, because we probably were rich in their minds. This endless traffic noise and us, alone, in the middle of it. We were sad, barely spoke to each other, because the silence spoke for itself. It was the first step away from the people we met in Goa, our Indian friends, who had become so close to us. Will I ever see my friends again? Hope is with me, that´s for sure. We arrived to Varanasi in the sunrise, with the emotions I just described, tired of the 8 hours train journey, trembling from the cold and sadness. Entering the hotel terrace near Ganges river, I cant describe the feeling. I have never seen such a beautiful sunrise and felt such warmth of the sun. That was just amazing, I remember every second of it, even now, three months later. Sitting there, watching the sunrise I found my soul again, and the uniqueness of all emotions, even the sad ones. They are like diamonds for me, I love all of them, like I love my own uniqueness. The trip in the middle of Varanasi and the colors of Varanasi are something I will never forget. Listen the amazing songs in the end, they will color the journey through the pictures :)