March in Latvia

March was full of small joyous moments. In between them, I felt uncertain and sometimes empty, and that’s okay – it allowed me to enjoy the following brightness. The first two weeks were very active, while the second two: not so much.  First week (01 – 06.03.2022) On the...

February in Latvia

February began on top of a nice, sunny hill, from where everything began rolling down. Here’s the quick TLDR: Olena’s birthday, Jekabs and Elina testing positive for Covid leading to 2 weeks of daily self-testing for me, cutting out an unhealthy friendship, receiving some bad news, the Russian-Ukrainian war...

What for bird am I?

Numbed wings – the sky is calling to me.My wings ache and do not move with will.I see you fly away, and a red thread hangs from your leg.Emptiness – hot and cold, I decide.I stay here and saddle the possible. I settle in it.The unknown darkness embraces me...

January in Latvia: Janvāris – Jēkaba mēnesis

After the intense December 2021, when Latvia welcomed me with open arms (you can read it here), January gave me the opportunity to look around and settle in my new reality. This month was focused on chilling, taking care of myself, more personal growth, sprinkled across all of which...

December in Latvia

Come with me on my new adventure – a year volunteering in Latvia! It all began mid-October ‘21 when I decided to apply through the European Solidarity Corps platform to a few year-long projects. I was looking for something to learn, that involved the arts and youth, possibly something...

Passed by

I let the dress fall to the floor. I felt his gaze slide down my back and how he sighed at the curve above my ass. I took off my bralette over my head and took off my underwear a little clumsily. I turned and looked at him. The...

Two magnets

Two magnets, drawn to each other. A portent sent to one but missed the other. One page at two timelines. Let’s peek into their thoughts… Her In the darkness of the night, I look out the window. Strangely, there is no moon but I am reminded of you. Almost...

There

My soul is constantly changing, as are the ideas that gush out of it like blood from a deep wound. This fluid creativity, this pressured creation – the only things that keep me whole. The hydraulic system that fills the mechanics of my body. With the expression of my...

Beauty matures.

The rose does not bloom on the same day you sow it. And it does not fade the moment it unfolds. Everything’s time. Human time in which one cannot see with the naked eye what is happening. In fact, everything happens every minute. There is an event at any...