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For years, I devoted myself to commercial photography, a world full of creation and aesthetic inspiration, which I loved deeply and still do. Yet something always felt missing. My connection to yoga, meditation, and spirituality, once at the heart of my life, had quietly drifted away over the past decade. Looking back, I can see that those years were among the happiest in my life, when practice and devotion were my anchors. A quiet voice within kept saying that I had to reconnect, go full circle, and rediscover that part of myself, yet life’s currents often carried me away, and I drifted in illusion.

Going back to my childhood, reconnecting with my inner child, creativity was always my first language. I remember my parents recording me on cassettes as I sang at three or four years old. I danced in front of the television or with my mother while music played loudly. I painted, drew, and shaped the world with whatever I could. These early moments were filled with abundance and joy. They were my ways of speaking before I could put words to much else. Music, movement, and the tactile world gave my childhood a pulse, a rhythm, a movement that has never left me.

At ten, I joined a music conservatory, encouraged by a beloved teacher who saw something in me after I had joined the creative extracurricular workshops at school—a chorus and a sikus band. Those years shaped me and opened a door to a world that felt more sensory than analytical. Now I can see how growing up with classical music at a young age shaped me to appreciate life beyond the senses and the ordinary.

After high school, my music studies could not continue. My father, a deeply conservative Latin American man from a middle-class background, did not see a life in music as possible. His dream of a daughter who played folk music did not align with the curriculum I had followed, so Architecture, Law, or Medicine became the expected paths at home. I understood my family, who always wanted the best for me, yet sometimes older generations cannot see what lives within the youth. Navigating the transition from no internet to constant web use during my last years of high school, I knew I had to study at university to please my father, but my heart yearned for something creative. In the end, I had to choose. I left my music dreams behind and turned to advertising and graphic design. My curiosity remained, but I learned to bend it around reality.

Even so, creativity would not let me go. Through design projects, I found inspiration as I always do, and gradually I found my way back to photography. I explored it commercially, collaborated with modeling agencies in Buenos Aires, and learned from photographers who became friends and mentors. Slowly, the language of light and shadow became my own again.

Spirituality had always been a quiet companion. Before mobile internet, I carried books everywhere. During high school, I was drawn to existentialism and the goth culture, reading Dostoevsky, Hesse, and Schopenhauer, among many others, whose words felt like secret lights during quiet moments of travel—on buses and trains, through city streets, or while stepping away from family currents after my parents’ separation.

In my early twenties, I began to explore spirituality through books by Marianne Williamson and Hay House. I found the first spiritual bookshop on a small street in Palermo, Buenos Aires, after work, which opened my mind to many new perspectives. By 2013, I discovered Hindu philosophy, Bhakti yoga, and Hatha yoga. I found profound peace, clarity, and a sense of belonging in an inner world that had once felt lonely.

Life carried me on winds of travel and change. I worked for Celebrity Cruises as a photographer, and the rhythm of my spiritual practice slipped between waking in new cities. I lived in Germany for two years, then moved to Australia, building and leaving roots in foreign lands, learning new languages, and learning new ways to exist and move quickly through life. These experiences required me to put aside the quiet life I had loved, yet the longing never left me. I built a career in luxury boutiques, a world of refinement, precision, and beauty, and I found gratitude in the exquisite details that surrounded me. The appreciation for aesthetics remains deeply alive.

Now, after nearly ten years, the roots are settling. I feel the call to return to the life I once glimpsed, to weave together all the threads of my journey—creativity, spirituality, aesthetics, and service. Astrology and meditation have been gentle companions, as have philosophical and theological readings, guiding me toward this chapter where the visible and invisible meet.

This blog is born from that space. It is for anyone who has felt the pull of creativity, the quiet yearning for something deeper, the desire to connect through art, music, and mindful presence. Whether you call yourself a lightworker, a believer, or simply an open-hearted soul, this is a place to share, reflect, and explore together.

Welcome. I cannot wait to share the stories, reflections, and inspirations.

Many blessings,
LC

Modern Expression & Spirituality – Welcome to My Blog

Leslie Celis