I have been praying since I was a little girl.

I believe we all pray. Some more often than others.

Growing up in a “non-religion” home I taught myself how to speak to God, or Universe (or the same) When I was in third grade, I went with my school friend and her family to a Katholic Church in Sweden. It was so beautiful. I wanted to become a Katholic.

When my family went skiing in Austria, I had as an tradition that every last ski day I went to the Katholic church instead of skiing (as much as possible the last day.) My father went “crazy” and thought that was nonsens, and waste of money. But, for me, it was magic, lightning a candle, sitting in the wooden bench and look at all the fantastic Angels, Jesus and gold ornaments. I prayed.

Still today, when visiting different European cities (towns) the church is a must for me, and my young children enjoys it too.

I love feeling connected via prayers and meditations.

I read somewhere and it goes something like this;

When you pray you speak to God,

and when you meditate, God speaks to you.

That’s Amore!