Oprah’s speech and barricades in Riga.



A new day is on the horizon!

Oprah’s Golden Globe 75 speech made me feel as oxytocinated as back then in the stinging cold as polar bears picknic January 1991 when I was warming up next to a bonfire in the barricaded streets of Riga. (more…)

Celebrating Sun goddess and why I don’t like Christmas.












Back then in Latvia, we didn’t celebrate X-mas.


We did celebrate the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year.
Honoring the Sun goddess, who was reborn every December 22.
And mother/goddess Māra, who is the symbol of the world of matter – she encompasses all of the material existence.
We people of the Baltics were the last pagans of Europe, which in my experience was living in harmony with the repeating rhythms of Nature. 
Observing it, respecting and learning from/ about and using natural remedies to heal the body and improve well being.
And positive & optimistic attitude towards life.
Homes got decorated by our own creations from straw, dried flowers & fruits, feathers, colored yarn and fir branches & tree.
The ancient celebration holds many different traditions, but we spent it rather quietly – most probably because of the occupation by communists.
On the day we used to walk through the majestic forest coated in snow, to my grandma, who had prepared several traditional dishes like grey peas, roast pork, baked potatoes, Sauer kraut and pastries with bacon.
We got a pair of handcrafted wool socks and if very lucky an orange or two.
After Latvia got free from occupation people adapted the Christmas celebration.
I never liked, and I still don’t like it much.
It’s a consumers party.
However, I have celebrated because of children.
The real celebration for me still is the Solstice. 
Though I don’t make straw decorations or eat the traditional food.
I celebrate it by reflecting and holding a little releasing ceremony by candlelight and holding a vision/ wish for myself, my family/ friends and the planet.
Dwelling on love and sending blessings to every living being.
Happy Solstice!

The Best Life-changing books on confidence, beauty, health, happiness and relationships.

 “She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.”
― Louisa May AlcottWork: A Story of Experience

This is a little list of spectacular books that you won’t let go.
Because they get you and they open doors to so many possibilities, peace and joy.
They make you a Wonder Woman (or a Wonder Man).
I have put them nicely on Kit, so it’s super easy for you to see if any of them speak to you.

(and yes, I get a little coin for that ).


Put your brave on and do it.

There are times you just have to put your brave on and do it.
I was 17, I finished the gymnasium and tailor education (6 days a week guys, no joke).
I was deadly in love for the first time (with the wrong man, unfortunately), so I left the sewing machine and got a work in a little juice/ conserve fabric in the kolkhoz (which stands for collective in post-Soviet Union).
The job was pretty fun: pumpkin juice with orange extract was the most delicious thing I knew and scrubbing horseradish was the best vaccine against everything .
There was some heavy lifting too – but that was piece of cake comparing pushing the heavy food/ sh*t loads in pig or cow farm where I used to help my mother.
Well, I must underline that not everything was shitty in soviet union (therefore I understand why the youth in Russia have star crush on Putin).
There were those cultural/ sports events.


What you have been through doesn’t make you ugly.



No experience, no ” mistake” (mistake is just a part of a learning curve), being different and not being a “standard” or “normal” make you not good enough.

I became self-conscious about my looks early.

Being shamed at school for having lice, for spots on my uniform, and dirty nails.


Freaking out of your emotions? Here is why, you shouldn’t.


F*ck you! F*ck you! F*ck you! F*ck you!……..

The rage had no more place in my body and it wasn’t in my power to stop it.
Like a volcanic eruption, my too long suppressed anger was spewing f-word from the depths of my soul.
Leaving everyone, inclusive myself, terror-stricken and shocked.
I had never shown anyone this side of me.


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