A view beyond the sight
In silence, it is possible to hear a true voice.
In the dark, to see what remains hidden from the eyes.
This blog is an intimate space where words are born deep within, from feelings, experiences and journeys beyond the boundaries of ordinary perception. Here I share my reflections on life and fragments of moments that inspired and touched me. Maybe it will inspire you to see from a different perspective. Beyond the boundaries of sight and the barriers created by your own mind. Maybe it will remind you that true vision begins only where the heart opens. Let yourself be invited to feel more, perceive more deeply and touch the essence.
„Dance like no one is watching.
Love like your scars are wings.
Sing like the silence longs to hear your voice.
And live like you could fly.“
Nicol Švandová
Latest Posts
- ⏳Later…This essay came to me last year. The day before my brother called to tell me that our mother had collapsed and was in the hospital. It was a shock for me, and also a moment of deep realization—that our only certainty is this moment, nothing more, nothing less. With the arrival of the year… Read more: ⏳Later…
- 💖When creation warms your heartOur shared creative work with my mom brings me a deep and quiet joy. She has made beautiful bracelets from mineral stones, and together we placed them into unique small boxes decorated with a motif from one of my paintings. Everything comes together so that the essence of each artwork gently reflects the energy of… Read more: 💖When creation warms your heart
- 🖤Even though my eyes have gone dark, life keeps breathing on.🤍Sometimes I ask myself whether it’s even possible to truly accept that I will never again see the faces of my loved ones, the sunset, the sky full of stars. For a long time, I wrestled with the fact that it simply couldn’t be done. But more and more I feel that acceptance is neither… Read more: 🖤Even though my eyes have gone dark, life keeps breathing on.🤍
- 🕊Don’t wait for permission to fly!Once again, it was 10/16 — a day that reminds me both my raw fight for life and the loss of sight, jet also the quiet gift of continuing this beautiful embodied existence. But this year, the remembrance feels different. It brings me a deep sense of closure, perhaps even the completion of a certain… Read more: 🕊Don’t wait for permission to fly!