i was happily found on the street (or i was found happily). they call me bal.

whereever i go, a black cat follows me. a different one every time. this one meets with my leopard, bal. nice to meet you arlo.

in every me..

by exploring the rebellious persephone inside me, giving a chance to express (shy) aphrodite part of myself, i touch my femininity. my wild side getting unleashed. after years of prison inside my head. i have had all the reasons to be afraid, all the memories not to be forgotten. now i am finding a way to flow. with the movement, with a prayer, through a gesture. thank you for touching me so real. thank you for touching me without tearing my heart apart. thank you for the gaze. i acknowledge the parts of me. the goddesses are real. like butterflies and monkeys. ravens told me. 

the very first one..

first posts are special, like the first impressions of our beings. i am starting to 'show' myself,  by sharing my piscean world, with or without fear. i feel ready to be 'read', i feel ready to be 'seen'. it needs persistence.. and the flow. it is the full moon in scorpio, 'the death' and 'the rebirth'. beginnings are important, like our very first being in this virtual world. beginnings contain ending of the past. goodbye and hello.