Book: Whispers of the Inner Child

Breaking the silence here, to introduce you my new book 😊

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Whether you're seeking healing, creative expression, or a return to your authentic self, this book serves as a gentle companion. It encourages you to honour your past and nurture your inner child, rediscovering the joy, curiosity, and magic of viewing the world through the innocence of a child. Your inner child is waiting—are you ready to listen?

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The inner child represents the most innocent part of you—the essence of who you were before the expectations of others influenced you. You instinctively knew what brought you joy and how we should treat each other. Your heart compass guided you between what was right and what was wrong. 

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In my opinion, what you enjoyed doing when you were a child, is related to your true purpose. When you give your inner child the love and space to be free, you will be guided back to your authentic self. There are lines of wisdom woven in each of us, entangled in the stings our inner children carry. And my wish is, for you to find them.

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Everyone's scars reflect differently, in the way they think and feel. Healing is unique, but essential to return back to the core of who you are and why you came here for. Grief will hold various tastes, as you thread waters of what you had and what you needed. The helpless inner child is asking to be heard, to be loved, to be safe with you.

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Contents 

💚 The Girl, the Owl and the Doe

A short story about the journey of healing the inner child

💚 Letter to the inner child 

An invitation for you to write it on additional pages

💚 Poetry of the 4 seasons

Each season contains 22 pieces with an additional page for you to write or sketch to the prompt or create your own

💚 Tanka corner

Few pages as a wrap-up to this journey 

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Grab a pen and let your creativity flow to uncover your inner wisdom. Let your inner child play.

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Available on Amazon as a paperback and hardcover.

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Blog: Ending

It's been ages since I started this blog. And it has taken me on an adventure. I was totally in a different space back then. I am grateful for all the people I've met through this platform. Makes me grateful for the technology we have. But since I have children I've neglected it, and now when I've been active on Instagram and gotten more followers and more importantly more feedback, a sense of belonging to a poetry community... It has become quite useless to post here. Especially since last few months it seems spammers are at it.

I've published my third poetry book, and I was really proud of it, but now that I've started writing more, I've distanced myself from it. I've been thinking about the fourth one. But I have to answer some questions for myself first. Why do I keep writing? Why is there something in me that needs to write and needs to share it? Why when this road leads to nowhere? It takes time, energy, even money for publishing and buying your own copies, but in the end, it doesn't matter, rarely anyone appreciates that. My self esteem for my poetry is cracked from the very beginning, because I've never received any good feedback from fellow writers in Slovenia. Strangely, I've always had the belief that nobody will understand me in my country. And that seems to be the case, although I wish it were different.

Sometimes I wish I could live from writing alone. I'm at the crossroads and I have one year to figure things out, to find a new job.. and it kills my heart a little, because I will probably leave health care system. Because I'm a midwife. Because I can't find a job closer to home in midwifery. I never thought we are so hard to be employed! And when I look back to my studying years and all I've been through.. it breaks me. I loved it. I saw myself in it. Even though I've ended up working basically just in gynecologist office, I think I've gotten good at it. And it's hard to leave. 

Anyway, writing my troubles to nobody.

Off to new adventures, off to pick my pieces back together, off to raising some resilient children.

Publishing: Wanderers

 

Explaining why would be futile. It has been my life for 24 years and almost 10 years since I last published my second poetry book. Still words fail me trying to describe the feeling of silence before pen touches paper and words running their course. Every writer knows it takes cracks in your heart for ink to run over the empty pages. I’ve constantly searched for human voice in this vast universe. “Wanderers” is a bit different, short in numbers but bigger in emotions.

It’s available as paperback or ebook: https://books2read.com/u/bW8KOY

Available on Amazon: 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CSZF2LNR

Poem: Explore the hidden caves

 

We’re all just children of the universe. When I say just,

I don’t mean to belittle the role. There is stardust

running through our veins. Our mind a galaxy of wonders.

Yet we’re so caught in the stagnant beliefs and standards

of living we think we need. Our bodies grow up,

and we abandon the spirit of the child living within;

yearning to play, sing, discover, jump, climb,

dance, create… who told you to leave that joy behind,

to hide your true beauty, to diminish your light?

And to exchange it for what?

There is endless power within you,

to relive your past and rewrite

your emotional signature. To heal

and be stronger than before; to let

the light shine through the cracks;

to explore the hidden caves of your

own heart, for you don’t know

the depths of it; to feel all the colours

that reside in there; to let go

of your demons and let

the butterflies loose… and breathe

the future in.

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Poem: Firefly

 

Poetry prompts autumn