• Inspiration,  Writing

    Pick up the pen and write

    When you’ve stopped writing creatively and haven’t picked up the pen for a while, it can be daunting to start, the expectations creep up on you and you want to perfect a piece so badly. But it’s important in those moments to just stop and take a breath, not overthink your creative process too much even if it’s easier said than done. I have found that the easiest thing and the method that has worked more times than not, is to just sit down with either my laptop or a pen and paper and start writing words that come to me. The words are key words to what is coming through to me in the moment, those words usually spark some sort of thought where I spin off from. Sometimes the words can lead to a whole stanza and sometimes it’s just a row of words. That is fine. The main part is that you’re creating, you’re using your energy to put mind and thoughts into words. One day those words and creativity creates an outcome which is worth putting out there for others to read and be inspired by, other days it doesn’t feel entirely there yet. You just have to keep on doing it, keep showing up for yourself and keep creating and be in tune with inspiration. Because I don’t believe inspiration only strikes us at certain times and that we need to catch those few moments. I believe we can tap into and connect with our creative frequency more often if we try to show up and tap into that sphere of reality. It doesn’t feel like a part of reality when the words just flow out of you, it feels like some sort of force of energy trying to get the words out on paper. To convey a message. Perhaps a message we have long waited to hear. From the universe.

    Writing, Write, Fountain Pen, Ink, Scribe, Handwriting
  • Personal,  Poetry,  Spirituality,  Thoughts

    Crystals and Moon phases

    In 2007-2009 I attended yoga and meditation classes in Gothenburg, when I lived there. My teacher, or guru, Anandananda was the most genuine yoga teacher I have come across over the years. In comparison with all classes I have taken over the years those were the ones I remember with great joy. While meditating on the train down to Gothenburg a couple of weeks ago, I came to think of that teacher again. It’s been years and the thought hasn’t really ever crossed my mind since I don’t live in the same city anymore. I looked him up to see if he’s still teaching and he is, especially during the pandemic he was doing classes over Zoom. I signed up without hesitation for a class this autumn season. I needed something like that to ground me during these difficult times and I believe my higher consciousness took care of that for me, and made me remember what in the past has made me feel better.

    I visited the main place in Stockholm for crystals, called Kristallrummet a few days ago. I needed some new energies in my life from the power of the crystals, so I looked around mostly on intuition and from previous knowledge of different stones. I love the energy and vibe in that store, everyone who shops there are all so in tune with their spiritual practice and I don’t know many other places where people would treat each other with such genuine kindness than such places. Due to the pandemic there was a queue outside and they only let 10 people in at a time. In that line I could see a bunch of teenagers in the age range 14-18. It made me so happy to see how this practice and spiritual interest has spread to the lower ages these days, most probably due to it spreading via Internet and word of mouth. I remember when I was their age, I used to hang out online in these Yahoo mailing groups, spiritual forums where no one knew each other other than a nickname. I had joined both international and Swedish forums at the time and I remember always being one of the youngest ones in the groups. Since age isn’t visible online, I remember people often mistaking me for being one of their age (adult). All of that came back to me just by seeing these teenagers in line. I’m glad people are able to find their way to this hobby easier these days. There’s also less judgement for difference and other hobbies than the norm, compared to when I grew up. Back then it was something better to be kept to myself if I didn’t want to be a total loner.

    Gemstone, Amethyst, Semi Precious Stone, Violet, Purple

  • Poetry,  Writing

    Poem: Flames

    Close my eyes
    Shivers spread down my spine
    All hair rise across my body
    Gust of air enters the room
    I feel alive in every inch
    Vibration from top to toe
    Dream has transmitted
    Through the universe

    Source of life
    Reuniting with spirit
    I am the moon
    You are the sun
    So hard to reach
    So hard to touch
    One mystical creature
    In two different spheres

    Oxygen fills me up
    Heart is beating louder
    Won’t let me sleep at night
    I’ll lay awake in bed
    Thoughts begin to wander
    Asking for some answers
    Why the flames are burning
    In a destination
    Far away from home
    Light years from us.

    Fire, Match, Smoke, Flame, Burn, Burning, Incandescent
  • Poetry,  Writing

    Poem: Azure

    I whispered to the universe
    I looked near and far
    For the ticket
    Unlocking the portal to your heart
    Losing myself in contemplation
    Gaze into the azure
    Searching for signs
    Floating away
    In the clouds above

    Expanding hearts
    Beat as one
    Illuminating, in flames
    One by one
    Each element flare up
    Light years from here
    Beyond earthly delights
    No less than an,
    Ecstatic eternal passion.

    Saturn, Landscape, Terrain, Water, Waters, Planet
  • Thoughts,  Writing

    Words that came to me…

    9:50pm 1st of March.

    my mind wanted to blurt out what was going on inside, so the words that came out without any order are written below. Within one minute this is what was inside, let’s dig deeper and see what we can come up with.. stay tuned.

    “Drown, bittersweet, joy, freedom, lucid, dreams, projection, dimension, astral, layers, nomadic, soul, travel, free, you, love, me, words, inspiration, galaxy, universe, infinite, possibility…”

    Peace and love,
    Kimmi

    Sitting in the window of a hotel room, beautiful spot to sit and write and be dreamy…
  • Poetry,  Writing

    Poem: Empty Smile

    In this darkness
    There is light
    Sun is rising
    Stop the tears
    No more sorrow
    Tomorrow’s coming
    A new beginning
    Don’t hide
    Behind your smile
    Embrace the pain
    Cling on to it,
    Last drop of hope
    Fate will bring you
    Closer to my destiny
    Don’t lose yourself
    In this crazy world

    Peace and Love,
    Kimmi Sandhu

  • Poetry,  Writing

    Poem: Halo

    I can see the light
    All around you
    A halo so bright
    Leading me to you
    All the way home
    To your warm embrace
    Your eyes tell a story
    Vibrant and electric
    About this connection
    This heavenly union

    Temptations
    Linger on my lips
    Words are spoken
    In the silent truth
    Thoughts left behind
    There is no doubt
    Where we would lead
    Which mountains we climb
    What roads we’ll take
    Trails are all written
    In the stars above
    Destined path like,
    The beauty and the beast

    Peace and Love,
    Kimmi Sandhu

  • Poetry,  Writing

    Poem: Mystery called Life

    This dreamlike atmosphere
    Hypnotic dimension
    Romanticizes, and
    Awakens you
    From this mad
    State of trance
    Joining consciousness
    Far into the abyss
    Far from this mystery
    This world we call
    Life.

    Bury all memories
    Float away
    Like a cloud
    Into the ether
    Don’t dig deep
    Into the past
    Of what could have been
    Imagine
    Create a new dimension
    Dream it
    into life.

    Peace and Love,
    Kimmi Sandhu

    Eye, Creative, Galaxy, Collage, Flowers, Paint
  • Inspiration,  Thoughts,  Writing

    Why do we Romanticise Suffering and Darkness

    Artist, poets and creative professions. Everyone equally seduced by the suffering that entails by walking the creative path. We all look up to the tormented artists and emotional wrecks that talk of decadence and painful suffering through their art. Why do we view these bad habits as something to draw inspiration from rather than question them? Do our souls need to bleed to be able to create art? Is it required to suffer emotional traumas to be able to create good and enticing art? I would like to explore this a little more in detail. Let’s view both sides of this story and unfold it.

    Everywhere around us we see the people immersed in the creative world to be in a whirlwind of suffering and pain that they don’t seem to be able to get out of. It almost looks as if the art is only to be created if there is pain in their lives or if they have gone through hardships. The art feeds off the pain and tears, or so it seems at least to the outsider. One can almost think that this art of chasing after pain is what is needed to be inspired to create good and interesting art. The poetry is almost best accompanied with a dose of depression and sadness. If you have some anti-depressant pills and alcohol you can throw them into the game as well, for good measure. Jokes aside, this is the reality for many highly successful artists. The poet is in his best form a sensitive and tormented soul that wants to end the pain by engaging in bad habits such as drinking and getting into drug addictions. Is this the stereotypical image we have of a good poet or artist? Anyone who has a passion for a creative subject will agree that this image is what is often looked up to as being real and deserving of praise when intelligent art is created as a result. I have long also lived with that belief myself, and can still, at times, romanticise a little bit of a pessimistic outlook and painful struggle in life. It’s what creates the spice in our poems and writing. We feed off of the inspiration that comes from an emotional hardship. However, is it truly the only right way towards creating art and finding inspiration?

    I find that whenever I go through strong emotions I am usually not able to create anything creative in those moments. It usually requires me to get a little bit of perspective and distance from the situation or the emotions to be able to tap into that inspiration. Whether it is positive and happy emotions or tearful and sad emotions; I tend to approach it all the same. A little bit of distance creates the magic and what gives me inspiration.

    Why are we letting ourselves be seduced by suffering and pain? Can we not try to tap into our love and strength and create from that power within ourselves?

    It is possible to live a decent life when you’re not always on the verge of feeling suicidal to create beautiful art. We can inspire other people to follow this behaviour and be creative in new ways.

    Peace and love,

    Kimmi Sandhu