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Coming back home to myself


It's been a while since I wrote here in my blog in engish. So much has happened in my life so it's hard to pick from where to start writing...

Today I want to talk about the things that have been on my heart this past month.

"Fear from exposure". When I opened this blog my dream was to have my words reach the hearts of people around the world. The little girl I was that dreamed that dream didn't know how scary feeling exposed might feel. Well, it feels like your heart is contracting everytime I post something vulnerable.

Alongside that fear there is the desire to shine my light and have my words reach whomever they need to reach.

So I am getting back to write in my blog from time to time. And please if my words touch your heart leave a comment below. I want to know who is reading the words that come out of my heart.


I am here in Costa Rica. And I want to write about all of the ethnic experiences I've been experiencing here:

I saw a baby sloth that came late at night to visit me.


I oppened a cacao for the first time in my life.


I walked and explored nature, and I want to tell you a short story about what Costa Rica has taught me these past monthes:

When I came back from Portugal to Costa Rica 4 months ago I felt lost, I didn't write and when I don't write I feel like I'm disconnected from my heart.

I did't have any energy to do anything. And little by little- just being here in nature has led me back to writing and back to myself. The greatest thing I learned is to let go in order to receive, processes sometimes happen under our radar and these are the greatest inner transformational processes.

Watching a dragonfly with transparent wings reminded me that some processes happen transparently inside our hearts and we aren't aware of them happening. Only after a while we can feel how these inner processes affected our hearts, our lives.


Being here in Costa Rica, close to nature has brought me back home to myself.

To the little girl that dreamed on the yoga deck to have one of her songs composed one day, to the girl that dreamed to interview people around the world and write their stories, to the true writer and poet I am. Costa Rica has brought me back to my heart and to feel at home inside of me.



Love,

Danielle Mishaeli

 
 
 

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