HSP & Animals: let the passion guide you

Thanks to my work I meet lots and lots of remarkable people. For instance this lady I met during a workshop emotion management for highly sensitive people. She attended the workshop because many people said to her she is highly sensitive. She wasn’t sure, she needed some acknowledgement about the sensitive person she is.

Fueled by the personal stories shared she opened up. She has worked as a clinical psychologist, but from a young age she wanted to work with animals. Every time she felt offbeat her mom put her in a meadow close to their horse. Their horse didn’t want to come close because of how she felt. It took some time to unwind, but every time she did feel at ease and happy again the horse would come closer to seek for physical contact.

For some time now she has embarked on a journey she is wildly passionate about. Now at the age of 35 she is studying to be a veterinarian in Belgium. When she was around 19 she tried several times to start this study in the Netherlands, but everytime she was rejected based on random selection. Another fun detail; her brother who is 32 is also studying to be a vet.

From her point of view everyone has a passion. Even if you don’t know what your passion is, it’s out there somewhere to grab you when you are ready to see, feel and embrace it fully. I wholeheartedly agree with her.

Amazing how something or someone you’re passionate about keeps guiding you in the right direction.

Here is another challenge: letting go of what you know and what feels familiar to dive in and surround yourself with the feelings and thoughts that feeds and lifts your soul.

Let your soul guide you, where ever you are in life. ♥️

Warm regards,
Chungmei
HSP Coach & Rebirther
Website: Orchid of Life 

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Love: writing letters

letters

As a child I wrote lots of letters. We were on the move. Leaving behind friends at the age of 8 and 14 made me write letters to keep in touch with friends. I used to keep all letters neatly in lots of shoeboxes. But life continued, we lost contact, we weren’t friends anymore. At this point I decided to throw away most of the letters. I kept the ones which touched my heart deeply.

A few weeks ago, at age 36, I picked up this almost long-forgotten letter writing. I’ve already written a few letters. I must admit I absolutely enjoy the act of hand-writing as opposed to typing on a laptop. I take more time to think about the things I would like to share. The stories are more to the point with here and there a wink of the eye whilst typing makes me share loads of details.

Moreover the act of hand-writing gives me the pleasure to choose paper and a envelop which could elevate the receivers mood. Seeing the possible colors and drawings and feeling what could match with the person I’m writing to definitely elevates mine!

In this age of immediate contact via different social media channels I would like to recommend hand-writing to you. I remember the joy of receiving a card or letter when I was young. I also remember the joy of knowing that someone I love would receive a part of my life. A third aspect would be the fleeting moments thinking about when my friend would write back. All these feelings are unchanged after all these years of not writing. I feel the same enjoyment of writing and all feelings related to being in touch with a beloved one.

Only the big difference nowadays is that I receive my “reply’s” via whatsapp and Facebook messenger. Haha, no going back to the good old days. The only person who understands me is my great grandmother who will turn 90 years this year. She hasn’t responded yet. I love waiting for our next moment of being in touch.

On friendship…

On friendship

I have seen so many friends leaving the Netherlands to find their happiness elsewhere. This blog is dedicated to them, the ones I don’t see, but do appreciate and love from the bottom of my heart. And a part of me wishes you back here, right here, where we can have tea on just a bicycle ride away from each other. Contact via social media is not the same.