📻 At Home in the World
Less noise, more feeling. Where the mind steps back, the long-awaited unfolds. Do you know what you are waiting for? 🎧 Also available in audio, in the original Latvian.
JASMININE is essence, not disguise. Less, but deeper, because work should feel light.
🎧 The blog post + mini ritual in the original JASMININE soundscape ↓
Reading suggestion: pause between the works.
My inner world has quieted. More precisely, my mind has stopped dictating, correcting, conducting, nagging — it finally leaves me alone.
Recalibration
I feel myself. Bare feet on the cool kitchen tiles, stubbornly refusing to put on socks. My hands instinctively search for something to hold. My whole body now dwells on that fine edge where it’s impossible to tell — does it need rest, or focus?
Or perhaps both?
It is like a hike. You walk, climb, continue, and never stop completely. You tire and relax at once. Sometimes you collapse to the ground in exhaustion, yet from nowhere another wave of strength appears.
It is human nature — you inhale and you exhale. You act, but you never truly wear out simply because you are alive.
I am at home
The world has hushed, and I suddenly realize I don’t want to wake it — at least not now.
I’ve put on proper clothes, even a bra. My lashes are painted, lips lightly glossed. Hair tied back. Perfume on my skin.
I glance out the window — in the pale blue sky drifts a single white cloud.
I take a sheet of paper and a sharpened pencil. Today I need to touch paper, the world, myself — lightly.
I am neither bulldozer nor bitch. I am not interested in gaining only for myself. Perhaps that is why now, when I have JASMININE and could bang the drums at full volume, I don’t.
At the same time, I continue.
I breathe in, breathe out, I am. And most unexpectedly — I feel needed.
Then and Now
Like many, I spent much of life training to be understood. It led to endless thinking, explaining, analyzing.
I asked no unnecessary questions, had no courage to burst the bubble of heaviness.
I imagined everything as it wasn’t, ignored what was.
Everyone around me did the same, and it still feels unpleasant to recall that time, because it wasn’t me — though it seemed it was. I was convinced that only in that way I was useful to the world. Ha.
From time to time I still experiment — I go to the city or visit others, to test whether anyone is interested in me at all.
One thing is clear — if I grumble or act like a bore, I am not exciting to others, nor to myself.
But if I bring a fresh atmosphere into the room, then… there is hardly any need to continue, because everything becomes clear without words.
Oh, dear world.
Reality Check
Of course, heaviness still sometimes rolls over me. When I get stuck in work, in self-invented duties or deadlines, unable to escape.
JASMININE, my dearest project, my work and non-work, is also absolute freedom — which I still don’t know how to handle with full mastery.
I sometimes lose myself, stray off the path — for example, falling into the reality created by social networks, media, and other people, which for a moment seems so tempting, so real, that I begin to adapt.
Then, burned by illusion, overdosed on both physical and virtual stimuli, I return to my own world, my own home, my sanctuary of silence — my own body.
Take Away
The circle has closed.
In spring, when I came from Europe to the Georgian countryside, I had a plan — to inhabit my body so firmly that I could carry this sense of home with me everywhere.
Now, at the start of winter, nine months have passed, mostly spent here, at home and in nature’s embrace, and I hope I have succeeded.
It is time to move from the warm spot.
And suddenly… everything is done. Pause.
Seven minutes of silence
A small practice after reading
Set a timer. Give yourself the gift of 7 minutes in silence.
Note ONE word that emerges in the atmosphere of silence. Notice how it arose. That is your style. Unique.
Small note: thanks to giving myself a few minutes of silence, the first line of this blog post was born. I didn’t immediately write something — I first hushed the noise of the outside world.
With a pocket flashlight, walking deeper into the dark —
JASMININE
I am a Latvian writer and, as it turns out, also a ritual artisan. In recent years I have spent much time in Georgia’s untouched, almost primitive rural landscapes. I laugh often, and I love being JASMININE — that is also me.
Photos sourced from Pexels, fine‑tuned by me.
Thank you for feeling and seeding.