No such thing as empty space


Hi there Reader.

What makes us, us?

Is it the things we have, the people, or the environment we're surrounded by?

Is it our body?

Or our soul?

If consciousness is subjective experience, what is it made of?

And if we tap into a collective consciousness, what's the relationship?

Perhaps it's not so much a question of what we are but of how we be.

How do we occupy the space that we inadvertently are?

Inside, around us and in between.

Having said all that, thank you for being part of my space.

Love,

Elena



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Elena Christopoulou

I'm a holistic therapist, with decades-long previous experience as a film professional. I'm currently facilitating customised workshops for film festivals, companies, and institutions on stress management, communication practices, alternative approach of scripts & projects, and more. In my private practice, I offer 1:1 sessions that are dedicated to healing the spiritual aspect of trauma. Subscribe to my newsletter for news and updates.

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