🌿 Voices from the Soul

I am not the author of these words. I am their vessel.

They come as whispers. As visions. As something I simply know.

My name is Marita. I am a soul on the journey. And if you are here, it means your soul has called too.

I am not the light. But if you’ll let me, I will stand beside you until you remember you have always been.

✨ Between Silence and Flame ✨

This is not a blog. This is a house with open doors.

I don’t promise quick fixes. I don’t sell magic. And I don’t have all the answers.

But if your soul whispers “Something needs to change,” — then come in.

Here you’ll find reflections, laughter, shadows, light, strange questions, poetic nonsense, spiritual tools, ridiculous truths, and honest words.

This is not about performance. This is about remembrance.

I’m not your guru. I’m just the hostess. I keep the lights on. I open the door. And sometimes I’ll leave you a cup of tea with a note that says:

You’re not broken. You’re just remembering who you are.

🔥 Why I Write

I don’t write to teach. I don’t write to impress. I write because silence becomes too heavy if it’s not shared.

Every word I offer is a thread from my wound to yours. Every line, a gentle bridge between your grief and my voice.

This space will not fix you. It will simply let you rest inside something that finally understands.

And if in you something whispers “me too” — then I know it was worth it.

🫶 Your turn — introduce yourself

You’re through. You can come in as you are. If you want, tell this house who you are today — and what in you says “me too”.