So, I finally managed to go for a walk today. I put on my karupüskid (a traditional Estonian outer garment) with my furry boots and wrapped myself up in any way possible to go to the sea. I must say, when I stepped outside, and the walk there, everything was amazingly still and calm. It felt as though the air around me just stayed motionless. No wind, no noise—just listening to the sound under my feet. The sea was quiet and calm, with only the birds knocking on the ice and ravens screaming in the sky.

I was so glad I went. Actually, I was kind of pushed to go, lol. My girls were starting to fight, and I tend to physically distance myself to give them space to sort out their own battles. I mean, there’s no soft talk with them—I’ve tried. It’s like a gangster fight they’re having! Definitely not “Mother of the Year” material, leaving the kids to fight with each other. But as long as they’re not killing each other, I let them be. I think this should be part of the school agenda: teaching people how to handle conflicts. Sadly, public schools aren’t covering that. Even my older child is asking, “Why do I have to go to school? They’re not teaching anything we actually need in life.” And, yes, sadly, I have to agree with her. The best explanation I can give her is that it’s about training their brains and developing social skills. But, honestly, this wasn’t the school I originally wanted for them. I really wanted them to go to a school where knowledge was imparted through playfulness and nature. Sadly, their father didn’t agree with me, and I didn’t have the strength to fight with him during that time.

I mean, I would welcome the idea of sending children to a desert island with some teachers for some time. They’d have to build a shelter, grow food, make food, build teamwork, solve problems, resolve conflicts, and learn communication—basically, everything necessary to get by in real life. People learn through experience and by putting puzzles together themselves, rather than just sitting at a desk absorbing information that’s handed to them.

So, yes, I left them to resolve their conflict in the way they chose to do it. When I came back from my walk, the younger one was happy again, and the older one was dealing with her own matters. Yes, we had a talk about what happened and why my younger daughter was picking the fight. She was actually still mad at her sister from the night before, and the frustration just culminated in her picking on her sister to let off some steam. So we acknowledged the fact that this is what was happening and discussed the cause. I think most grown-ups can relate or recognize this too. Sometimes it takes time for frustration to build up and burst out. But a partner can sense the signs when the other is starting to nag or is unhappy with everything they do. It’s a sign that something might be missing—maybe they didn’t notice, or maybe they brushed it off when something was said or attention was drawn to it. Acknowledgment is missing.

With my kids, there was also a lack of acknowledgment. Even simple words would’ve been enough, like, “Yes, I know I took your bag and didn’t ask if I could take it, but you wouldn’t have allowed me to otherwise.” So we just had to acknowledge that it wasn’t okay with my younger one. And that’s it. Although I think I need to find another way for her to let out her frustration rather than picking fights with her sister. After all, we all have to deal with our emotions somehow. As adults, we often project things we can’t handle emotionally or mentally onto others. The problem isn’t really with the other person or what they’re doing wrong. The ideal version would be not needing any acknowledgment at all.

I saw a post on Facebook where men could vote on what things most agitate women. The most popular answer was: “Women think men can read their minds.”

Well…(having a little smirk on my face) I remember when we were in the middle of a breakup with my ex, and we were going to therapy. The therapist talked about how different men and women are and how much men actually need information to get the full picture. When I said I wanted a relationship where the other partner could read your mind, feel you, and know exactly by looking at you when you need a hug or cuddle, they said I was being naïve and that this wasn’t possible. I didn’t want a relationship where I had to explain every little detail—what I need, what I want, what I expect. These things should come naturally when you’re in sync with each other. In that ideal relationship, there’s a free flow and exchange of love.

Yes, I might be energy-sensitive, and yes, I can feel energies and work with them, but it’s not something I was born with as a special gift. I’m no more special than anyone else. Anyone can dive deeper into their intuition and senses to feel energies, to have that telepathic experience they want. We’re all connected—it’s already been proven that people can communicate through dreams. We’re born with a sixth sense; some of us just enhance the skill better than others. So, can we read minds? Sure, some of us can. Some of us can sense them, feel them, and some of us need direct communication. There are no limits to what we can experience or understand. The possibilities are endless when we open ourselves to deeper connections.

People don’t realize that we’re not just bodies made of matter. Everything is energy. Everything around us can tell a story. Maybe you know the popular song by Celine Dion: If Walls Could Talk. Well, they actually can. I love choosing to live in an old house rather than a new one. There’s something about them that draws me in—the stories they hold, the energy they’ve absorbed over the years. I can feel the life in them. It’s a completely different experience compared to a new, sterile space. Sure, with a new house, you can be the first to shape its story, but for me, the weathered wooden floors, the old doors—they represent strength, resilience, and persistence. They carry a sense of something lasting, something that has withstood the passage of time.

And when you find a place where people have lived, full of joy, life, success, and abundance, that energy can be felt. It’s like the house itself supports you with that same vitality.

So, yes, I understand that people are different. Some are drawn to the superficial or the brand new, but I am the one who values depth, authenticity, and the richness that life’s experiences bring.