Greetings to all fellow seekers of healing and self-discovery!
The Whisper of Love in Every Breath
I sat across from my therapist in an NLP session, the room quiet except for the soft hum of my own thoughts. When I spoke of love—not as a fleeting emotion but as the very essence of my work—tears welled up, unbidden. It wasn’t just a slogan; it was my truth, one I’d lost sight of in the grind of daily life. I’d forgotten the path of my heart, and in that moment, the realization hit me like a gust of wind, lifting my wings. I was ready to rediscover myself, to realign with my spirit, to breathe life back into my work. Without that alignment, everything felt dry, hollow, unfulfilling. But now, I could feel the spark reigniting.
Years ago, an astrologer friend told me my path was the journey of the heart. At the time, I nodded politely, not fully grasping what she meant. Her words lingered, though, echoing through the years until they landed with profound clarity. Every step I take, every breath, every encounter—it’s all part of this magical, messy, beautiful journey. I’ve gone off the rails more times than I can count, chasing distractions or succumbing to doubt. But each time, I come back, guided by a deep trust that there’s meaning in every moment, every person who crosses my path. I’m grateful for the courage to step back onto this path, to rediscover the truth that love is the pulse of my existence.
The Void That Taught Me to See
There was a time when a tiny void lived in my heart, a black hole of yearning—never fulfilled, always heavy with fear and dissatisfaction. I used to resent it, this quiet ache that seemed to pull everything inward. But now, I see it differently. That void was my teacher, my mirror. It showed me where I was out of alignment, where I’d strayed from my truth. I whisper to it now, “Thank you, you’ve served me well. You can return to the stars, to the great cosmic black hole from which you came.” It’s freed me to see the divine in every encounter, even the uncomfortable ones—crying children on a packed flight, moments when I’m tempted to retreat into my own narrative. Each person I meet reflects a piece of me, helping mere invent myself, even when it stings to see the truth. I’ve learned to look through others’ eyes, even when my projections cloud the view. There’s divinity in the messiness of life, in the wrongness of my assumptions, in the raw reality of what is. This constant rediscovery—falling, rising, realigning—has become my rhythm. It’s not about perfection but about trusting the process, knowing that every step is a chance to grow closer to my heart’s truth.
Dreams Woven on a Goan Beach
Fifteen years ago, I walked the sunlit sands of Candolim Beach in Goa, my heart brimming with dreams. I was practicing manifestation techniques, sketching my future in the air with hope and intention. I imagined a life vibrant with love, connection, and purpose. Opening letters I wrote to myself back then, I’m struck by how much has unfolded—more beautiful, more intricate than I could have dreamed. Those moments of youthful joy, trekking through the Himalayas, trusting life with reckless abandon, feel like a distant memory. Yet they’re still alive in me, woven into the fabric of who I am. Back then, I was a 30-year-old dreamer, unshaken by the world’s disapproval, fueled by a connection to spirit. I can still feel the sweet sensations that danced in my stomach, spreading warmth through my heart—joy, grief, fear, and sadness, all swirling together like nectar. Those feelings were so vivid, so real, yet they slipped away as quickly as they came. Was I imagining them? Maybe. But they were my truth then, and they guide me still.
A Heart Torn and Healed
The journey of the heart is not a straight line. It’s a cycle of being torn apart, healing, growing, and trusting again. I’ve faced limiting beliefs, addictions, and shadows—those parallel universes of doubt and fear that seem to lurk just out of reach. But I’ve also glimpsed the infinite possibilities within me, the dimensions of human potential that feel as vast as the cosmos in Interstellar. Surrendering to new versions of myself—new cycles, new beliefs, new relationships—has become my practice. My soul doesn’t count the years; it feels immortal, alive, always whispering possibility. I talk to my body now, seeking the perfect intersection of love, trust, and understanding. Family, work, life—it’s all about finding joy, creating space for expression, even for the deep, hidden pain and grief. I hold memories close: the morning sun painting my home gold, her laughter filling the air, sunsets shared with loved ones, a house alive with joy. This is the radiant heart I want to share with the world—through my work, my passion, my life.
A Whisper to My Future Self
As I move forward, I carry a mantra, a soft whisper to my future self: remember, feel, trust, relax, remember. It’s a reminder to stay connected to my heart, to trust the journey, to let go of the need to control. Life is a constant rediscovery, a dance of losing and regaining my heart’s truth. I’m not alone in this—every encounter, every mirror, every moment is a chance to grow, to love, to align. And so, I say to myself: You got this, Nis. The path of the heart is not always easy, but it’s mine. It’s radiant, it’s real, and it’s worth every step.
With heartfelt compassion and dedication,
Nisarga Eryk Dobosz - BBTRS, BCST, CI, MER, LOMI
