There comes a time when we simply need to return to our life and give it our undivided attention.
For me that time is now.
My writing here endlessly reflects my frank thoughts and my genuine state of mind, as that is the only way I know how to write.
Occasionally though, I realize that I can not continue doing that and concurrently hold back so much of the whole truth. However candid I might come across here, there are still parts of my reality that need to be kept private, until I am ready to share them publicly.
Rather than be torn between writing that is unsubstantial, superficial and forced and the strong urge to disclose it all, I have decided to take a writing interlude.
I am looking forward to focus completely on the changes that are taking place in my reality and when the time is right, I will return to this beautiful world of candid prose, abundant with my personal reflections.
I was born under the Tatra Mountains, to a Czech father and a Slovak mother. I grew up in Sweden and lived almost ten years in North Carolina.
More than a decade ago my line of work took me to Denmark, where I live today. My home, which I share with the man that holds my heart, lies in the northerly part of a Danish peninsula, in the proximity of endless, wide and pristine westbound sandy beaches, surrounded by the rough and untamed North Sea.
My writing is defined by reflections on my cosmopolitan past and my intriguing present. Ultimately I try to convey in words and images my personal thoughts and feelings about life itself, with all its magic, natural splendour and the beauty of simple pleasures.