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Once upon a time I had kept on travelling; from the Rockies in Colorado through the Ecuadorian biodiversity, and found myself where some might define as the top of Vikings' tree of life. I did have a clue of the magic I might stumble upon. Since I met Sabina, the goddess that had invited me for this journey, a while back in Canada. Sabina organized the team of gipsies (which is already quite a difficult task) and took care of us hippies at Jokkmokk. Not only I had discovered the coltural differences between the indigenous Sami, but I had also revealed the similarities amongst us, and them.. The winter wonderland is affected by the constant change, just as much as the Pacific islands I have loved before... The herding of the reindeer in frozen sticky snow could get tough for them too , not only us snowboarders... I had kissed a beautiful hunter, was touched by intriguing traditions and embraced the ability to snuggle with legendary beauty. We had to get back to the city at some point . Sabina and I were practicing yin yoga in Stockholm; when I realized how lucky I was to partake this journey. Love is what guided me all along. Love always guides me. Even when am not fully aware. Love is there. In every snow flake, and in every cup of tea, in every step I make, and every ripple in the sea. Love is everywhere , in everything , all the time.. to me.. Love is the chemical reaction that creates electricity. The big bang, the wind blows, in every fang, wherever water flows... We didn't need a special day, at the sweet cabin of her sister and brother-in-law with her nephew by the lake in the woods , on an island - so close to the ferries and the berries... We didn't need to smell the flowers... In order to wake up with just a melody on my mind ... Merely enough to just be mindful about how greatful I am that some people are mighty fine singers and that I could write poems with my fingers.. so glad to feel . Being able to peel. Get the sense of real. Ongoing rather than still. (***Thaught it might be good to explain further more of my rough plans*** ; Now am slightly lost. But around April I need to get back to easyreal to take care of my mother's dogs while she travels. Then, I wanted to go for a yoga course in the Indian Himalayas. And around summer I thought either to get meself over to PNG, or finally crossing the Indian ocean somehow perhaps? Whichever the case before December 2020 I'll get back to Argentina for the solar eclipse festival ( hope to work at it again)...)