Vitamin We #21: What The World Needs Now?

If you are like us, I bet you’ve been very busy reflecting, wrapping up, or decluttering so you can travel lightweight to 2024 ✈️!

And if you are feeling stressed by the sudden rush to eliminate a 50-item to-do list in 3 days for tasks, projects, or open tabs that have been pending for more than three months ( or 6??!), you are not alone 🙈

And maybe, rather than a time to play catch up, it’s now the right timing to review the list and ask ourselves, “What belongs to my 2024?” and change the status for all items from “pending” to either “to start” or “deleted”!

Why add stress to yourself with a fake deadline? Wintertime is for hibernation 🧸🐿️ 🦔💤

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The world doesn’t need more stress and overwhelm.

What the world needs more of is BEAUTY, LOVE, HOPE.

Especially now.

And as creatives and artists, we are blessed AND positioned to share these gifts with the world!

If you’ve ever had a desire to create, you are a creative.

If you’ve ever had a deep yearning to make things beautiful and to express yourself in symbolic ways, you are an artist.

Yet, we can’t create magic with empty cups 🍵!

So whenever you feel rested enough, keep creating - for your soul, for your inner child, for your future self 🧘🏽

Speaking of HOPE, to wrap up this year at Vitamin We, we are featuring a story written by Michael Littig, our beloved mentor at HUG, where he shared a time of his life on how he found hope in the middle of nowhere ⛺❄️☕

Happy reading!

"Ten years ago, I spent a year researching shamanic traditions in Mongolia. I lived with various tribes, including the Tsaatan people, who have lived amongst reindeer at the edge of Siberia for over four thousand years.

To get to their home, we had to drive for two days with no sign of a road, and then travel on horseback for another two days. After living with them for a little under a week, we were on our way home and driving through the night when our car hit a rock and the gear shaft was torn in two.

We were in the middle of nowhere with no sign of water, in the deep of night, and it was bitterly cold.

In the Mongolian winter, you can most certainly freeze without fire to warm you in the middle of the night.

Luckily, in the distance we saw the faint light of a nomad family’s home. We approached them and requested to stay in their small ger (yurt). Even though we were strangers, they offered us their own bed, fed us food, and prepared tea.

It is said in Mongolia that if a stranger turns up at your tent, you will slaughter the last goat that provides the only milk for your children to feast your guests.

One never knows when you will be that stranger, turning up at night, cold and hungry, thirsty and in need of shelter.

As I watched that Mongolian family pour me a cup of tea, I thought to myself, these are the moments that allow us all to hope.”

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