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Two Lungs by Mogli

There are two lungs in my chest, only one breaks my heart. Lyrics by Mogli…

I have been a fan of Mogli ever since I came across Expedition Happiness. It is the journey of a german couple who came to the US, bought and converted a school bus to a home on wheels and drove it from Alaska to Mexico. I’ve been hooked to pursue that lifestyle ever since and I’m positive that the day will come when I purchase my own bus and make this a reality.


Who am I, and why I write. I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I am the one, holding on to the silver lining when the skies are gray. I’m a believer that nothing is coincidence, but that everything has purpose. I’ve made my mistakes, don’t we all, but I see them as growing pains and they are a part of who I am today. I have lost myself in order to find myself, and I still do from time to time, but in a good way. I’m a big child who laughs until my belly hurts when life wants to be serious. Career wise: I’ve been there, done that, and I took “The jump” off the hamster wheel in an effort to change my future. I didn’t land all that soft, but I can say that I’m still proud to have found the courage to do it. Coming full circle, I had it all, and yet I was lonely and had nothing. Today I choose to be a collector of moments and I chase memories, instead of the material stuff. Less is more, and the motto is quality over quantity. You’d be amazed at how freeing it can be. I see myself as a free spirit that believes in an unconventional lifestyle. Somehow I go against the grain most of the times, not to rebel, but because it feels right to stay true to my unique and authentic self. It takes courage, and you often stand alone, but if you dare, you soon realize that it is the only way if you don’t want to lose who you are. Just like most, my past wasn’t easy and I come from a life that didn’t always give me the opportunity to be heard. Few related and even fewer cared to take the time. But that’s the past and it’s history, the future hasn’t happened and the “NOW” is truly all we ever have. In the end we all have a story to tell, and we all seek to be understood. We all yearn to be heard and accepted and still life is hard and our path is full of stumbling blocks. If we can see the lessons in adversity we may realize that the toughest moments are often our greatest teachers. There is a reason for the saying that the stars can’t shine without darkness, and it might be darkness that will show you the light.
It took a series of (un)fortunate events, to learn to glow through the pain, to learn how to dance in the rain. I believe in Magic and wonder, and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. As an empath this old soul often feels a little too much, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Today, I am here to tell my story because I believe that it can help others. It is my hope to bring inspiration and strengths to you, while showing you that it can be done. I know you are out there, and I know you are suffering in silence. I am here to tell you that you are not alone, and your voice is being heard loud and clear. Hang on and be strong, transformation is yours. 
In light and love....Rhapsody Bohème 💙🦋

13 thoughts on “Two Lungs by Mogli

      1. You might be surprised to learn that I do those things in silence. I love music but believe that everything has its time and place. When I write, it would be distracting for me and so I eliminate all noise. Out in nature I want to hear the wind and the birds, I get lost in the moment and it is seldom that music accompanies me there, unless I’m dancing to Mogli’s Roadholes on top of a mountain ridge. I did made a post of it 🙂

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      2. It is the same for me. Can’t write when there is noise or music which is the case almost every day with two kids. Can’t even write while listening to classical music. It distract me. I need the silent as well. I like listening to music when I’m cleaning my home or in the car. And I sing at the top of my lungs sometime while walking in the cemetery near by my house … Fortunately, there is no one (because OMG I sing really badly). But it’s not the dead who will tell me to shut up. I will look for your post about dancing to Mogli’s Roadholes…

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      3. Same here. Love music when doing chores to keep the momentum going and sometimes listening to it at night in bed. Has to be mellow music though lol. The thought of you shouting it out in the cemetery made me laugh, probably the most excitement anyone has seen in awhile. Loved it and who cares good singer or not, if it’s done with passion. 😉. I copied the video link for the song. I remember the actual video of me dancing to it was taken down due to copyright. Silly and I guess I have to go through YouTube first.

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      4. Thanks so much for your comment, Magrit. Did watch the video, read the post and a few more posts… Your blog is so beautiful and inspiring. 😍 Keep dancing like no one is watching!

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