I could write a book or two about Erica and her adventures such as horse riding trips through Mexico to Peru, about her travels around the world with a circus troupe, giving birth deep into the jungle and so on and so on. I could also make a photo book about the houses she has lived in. Those are the most magic places I have ever seen in the jungle. But you know what?! I just want to show you her recently finished house. Because finally her dream has come true and she has her own place. Where everything slowly comes together as she has wanted and planned. Where one can learn, how much more less we do actually need to live beautifully.
As the house with no name yet is deep into the jungle, I almost lost all my teeth on the way there. Because there is no road as yet. But there is something magical about living in places where it’s difficult for others to reach you. And I think that is what Erica really enjoys. To live in her own world, letting in only those whom she wants to let in.
Everything in the house has some rational and logical explanation – like the concrete not straw roof, so the scorpions don’t fall into the living room; like the white walls, so there is enough light in the daytime without using electricity; like a big window in front of the sink, so she can combine dishwashing with watching birds in the jungle. For me there was always a big blue butterfly entertaining me in this daily routine. As much as you can call it a routine, hence your garden is a jungle full of birds, monkeys, iguanas and jaguars…
And on the day I was leaving, they started to smooth the road to her house and she got a stove and oven as the Mother’s day present. And she said: “My life just became luxurious!”
It was snowing outside when I was born on a cold Latvian winter night. Now I come from Europe, but at that time we were part of the Soviet Union. Growing up in these times of change gave me very permanent “it’s getting only better” feeling for the rest of my life. Sometimes so powerful, that I couldn’t wait for the better to come so I went looking for it… What have I understood? It is the matter of spirit. And my spirit needs to be free into nature.
I grew up in my grandma’s rose gardens, vegetable beds and wild tea meadows. From a girl to a woman I was raised by eco cosmetics brand Madara. Few years ago I left my job in an advertising agency and since then I have been collecting freckles and stories. Every time I look in a mirror, I see planting of corn and new underground caves discovered in Mexican jungle. I see picking mushrooms and berries in Latvian woods and marshes. And I see myself dancing around a fireplace in the deserts of California. There are walks on the beach, climbing in the mountains; there are sunrises, sunsets and swimming in the moonlight. There is a cold nose and hands dirty with soil. I see a reindeer in Lapland, a scorpion in a bed, turtles on the coast and a white rabbit but in a forest. And I see inspiring people next to me. Exactly to them I’m very grateful for this difficult-to-describe experience. But I will try. And if it inspires you too, it will be our common victory!
Why do I need all this? Glad you asked…