Cup of Tea with Me
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Ongoing17m
Last published Sat, Jan 12, 2019
The Idea of having a cup of tea with someone is to have an honest, open heart conversation with someone (Well that's my definition of it, yours might be different.). So here is a compilation, a collection in a way, of essays, text, reflexions, questions and thoughts I have in my head and have put into words and on paper (well, sometimes it's not on paper but directly on my computer, but that's a detail, you know what I mean.).
I invite you to read this work and give me your thoughts and feelings about what I write.
I invite you to open your heart and yourself to the universe and believe in it.
I invite you to create a safe place for our words and feelings can be shared without fear.
I invite you to have a cup of tea with me.
[ Texts and essays from 2 years up until now and more!]
Created on: November 30th, 2017
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