Awake your inner hero

Welcome to the sanctuary.

My name is Liz and I’m here to guide you on opening all the doors that lead to your inner soul. It may not be a place that you know and it’s fine to feel lost at first, but we’ve got tea and poetry - psychology and a lot of soul.

There are many times in life that you may have been asked to fit in a box and be the good woman or the good man. Do the things to make your family & loved ones proud, do something that’s in the eyes of society that’s seen as giving a sense of achievement.

In my eyes, in my world that shines so bright you are not made to fit in a box. There’s no such thing as a standard mind - a standard type of loving yourself and others - there’s no such thing as fitting.
As bruised and confused as you might be I have to tell you this - you are a work of art. And your mind is rainbow - every single day.

But most importantly - I’m here to help you find your inner super-hero. Whether it’s mythical - from Ares to Poseidon, Afrodites to Hera - to your day to day movie heroes, whether you find yourself in Game of Thrones or in Joker. 

Your vulnerability is a sign of strength. Your pain - your constant changes and your ways of building yourself back up - piece by piece.

I’m here to tell you to break the chains of the foreboding joy like therapist Brene Brown so easily calls it. You’ve ever felt that joy of living life that’s so beautiful and raw and your health swells with passion, warmth and joy? Well, add foreboding, that element in your own soul that at the same times fears and is apprehensive about experiencing this.

I’m here to tell you that you’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg when It comes to your soul. We’ll speak about connection - about nature - about art and how every single moment is about loving and discovering yourself. Deeper and keeping that superhero within alive and building his powers day to day.

Life isn’t about playing it safe. It’s about coming out as a lotus from the mud. So make a risk - whethever it is emotional - whether it’s a connection - or battling anxiety, depression and many other monsters.

Take the risk and let the superhero find joy - stop overriding life.

Your sanctuary won’t be in the realm of folding laundry, checking your phone for the very same pieces of nothing and sitting in traffic getting angry.
We’ll be taking your through meadows - on a spiritual walk and a mental dive - colouring the surroundings from within us.

- Welcome to your super-hero practice -
- Starting August 1st

The story of the soft Casper

When you wait

When you hide

That’s when we collide

On hold

In between empty spaces

In between 2 technicolor beats

Young hearts

Things that don’t make sense

People on different orbits

Runners on different tracks

There’s a storm inside of you

It will never reveal

There’s no moon, no time

Just another naked morning

A soft Casper

Pulverising minutes into stardust

We strangely match

Yet we strangely don’t exist

The answers don’t come when it’s busy

The answers come in the silence

And in the still

There’s more to find

And I’ve got so much more

For your mind to refill

But i’m merely an almost

Evaporating

While

You’re looking

For

The 

Feel

Shallows

Suffer for me in gold

He said

Now you live in another man's eyes

In between

A love song
A novel
And a lullaby

Surrender

Get lost on clouds
Empty streets

These stars 
They spit light towards your butterfly heart
The moon
Is covering itself with the clouds from your mind

Forgetful, forgetful
We're so alike

You have hidden shallows
But so do I
Let's drift away

You smell like a wolf's midnight
You taste like miracles 
And old jars of sunshine

Last day of the year

Emotion
Must be
A stringless kite

As it should be
Forever free
And slightly mad

It's been a cruel year
And now I only long for
The wild sea

A sea that cuts fogs
And sadness

A sea named after everything
And anything
That connects us

I'm packing the winter
And bringing you June
Unlike our October

Slightly more real
And less tragic

Whispering to your playlist
I take your hand
One last day of crossing waters

28 days
Until my skin
Will burn brightly
Pigments of thunder
Onto yours.

Exit signs

But darling my life is full of exit signs

I wish I could wrap you up in dreams and sweater lines
But I have no words left to say
I am still tangled up in the songs of yesterday

I forgot how to laugh
And disaster is slipping from the left side of your cheek
It's only those that don't fall in love
That dance with a monstrous passion

Well I'm sorry but emotion went out of fashion

I got you a permit
To enter the frontier of nowhere
Oh how can I not adore
Your shadow, your absence

Yet somehow

Hope is opening doorways and roadways.

Coffee and cherry blossom

Morning has come and I have to go.

As I am sipping on the last drops of gin, your words come out like rust and gold filling me up with hope.

Can you not leave a little bit later?

I'm afraid not.

I've seen more goodbyes then hello but all of these have been more reasons to live for, more reason to see life beyond...beyond this musical abyss there are still so many undulating lights calling our name.

I've been threading never ending stories and I attached a couple of joyful tears onto your hug.

The way people look like when they say goodbye is the same as the look of the sailor knowing his ship will sink yet he stays there singing his last ode.

And now, can you tell me where do the lonely songs go? Onto the Island? But we are all islands, waiting to get discovered, waiting to find another reason to bloom, waiting for someone to transform us into a never ending blossoming spring.





It's not him
I am my only limit
Where I end
Is where I begin
I am limitless
Yet I limit myself
Like a white coffee
I want to live in the limit of your skin
I close my eyes
And hide between our dream
For a moment I am there
Blossoming
Mesmerised by your beam.

Places/ Lions

There are lions under your skin
Like envelopes sent to rooftops
Without an address
I melt with you
I am a wanderer
Towards nowhere

We met
Two strangers in the darkness
Closing my eyes
Under the eclipse of madness
Like sirens calling sailors
And bringing them to perish
You brought me back to myself

I won't explain to you
I won't even try to find you
For those that love in the darkness
In the light they only find solitude.

Until we met again
I'll sing of all of the places
Where we will go
I'll sing of our skies
And the ones that we will know.

Farewell for now
As I am dancing on your train
Waiting carefully
On the left side of your life
You'll find on the seat 3B
Between an A minor
And a B sharp
Mirroring the melodious and the dark.