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Let Nature guide you

Just like Nature, we evolve, one precious season at a time. As summer is still upon us, with her humid days and soft nights, Nature asks us to shine our brightest. To speak up and let our deepest desires be voiced. There’s no need to shout them to the entire world, but at the very least, be honest with yourself. What do you want? There’s no time for hiding, as the air is warm, the breeze is fresh. Let the wind carry your voice. Let it be expressed without guilt. There’s a time for being quiet, a time for being honest, a time for looking ahead, a time for pressing pause; there’s a time for all seasons under the sun. It starts from within. It starts with you being honest with yourself. If you can’t express yourself to others, at least express yourself to yourself. Trust your voice. Trust your being. August is often seen as the month to start fresh. Begin again, again and again. But know that you can start anew whenever you …

Move with the hour

Have you ever felt that your life is at a standstill? You notice big shifts happening within you, yet when you look around, everything is the same. Or so it seems… Although your inner landscape is quietly reshaping, the outside does not always move at the same speed. But then, almost out of thin air, something happens. You get that call. An opportunity, right in front of you. Something you have been dreaming of. And suddenly, it’s here. I’m not ready. But you have been preparing for this moment. Putting in the work, staying consistent. Trusting. Being open to receiving. But most of all, you have been brave. Brave enough not to give up on yourself. Your job in this moment is to keep on trusting. Keep on believing that good things are happening for you. When something you have been dreaming of for years, suddenly stands in front of you, it’s easy to feel uncertain. Slightly anxious, even afraid to mess it up. Do I really deserve this? Yes, you do. Your dreams are …

The art of taking up space

It’s spring darling, let yourself bloom. Taking up space does not necessary mean expressing yourself to others. Being loud about your becomings; look at me, value me, please, give me permission to be me. Maybe it’s more about taking up space within yourself. To allow yourself to be. To focus on yourself, and not being so caught up in other people’s whereabouts. Take up space in your own life, darling. Become comfortable sitting with yourself. Listening to your own voice. Choosing your own path. Within, within. Within. It all starts from within. Who are you when no one is watching? When no one is there to validate your presence? Your accomplishments. Is your art still valuable, without the attention of the other? Or, is your own validation not enough? What do you seek from them, that you cannot give to yourself? It’s human to want connection. Without others, we’re incomplete. But without yourself, you’re nothing. Allow your breath to deepen, allow your thoughts to expand. Allow your voice to matter. You have the whole universe …

Why self-care is an inner journey

I matter I truly cherish a real glow-up day with my whole heart—morning meditation, mat Pilates, face massage, skincare routine, dry brushing, a shower, and finishing it all off by moisturising my entire body. Closer to a goddess I cannot become. This is me every morning. Some would call it high-maintenance; I call it important time with myself. This is simply an outer form of self-care, yet within its vanity there lies a deeper meaning: I matter. You see, it’s not so much what you do, but why you do it. Do you do it to get others to like you, or do you do it because you love yourself? A 10-step skin care routine won’t magically transform you to a self-loving individual who knows their worth. Without the inner form of self-care, the outer form stands worthless. But what is that inner form of self-care? How does it show up in your life? It’s sticking to your promises. It’s making time for your hobbies in a hectic schedule. It’s allowing yourself to simply be …

Don’t let the creativity pass you by

Why I write. Within each and every one of us lies a creative potential. As children, this creativity comes naturally to us. I remember being a competitive gymnast, a famous writer, an actress and a super model – all in one day. I didn’t question my imagination; rather, I invited it on a daily basis. But then I grew up and started doubting every creative thought that passed by. No, I did not become either a competitive gymnast or an actress – not even a super model! However, becoming something was never the point; I was already blessed – with a vivid imagination. Maybe that’s why I continued writing. Once, at an early-morning after party, a not-so-sober man I did not know decided to read my palm. While gazing seriously at my sweaty hand, he mumbled, ”You’ll become a famous writer.” My intoxicated young self believed him, grinning proudly to myself. Or maybe he said fighter. The music was pretty loud. While that is not the reason I write today, I will, however, tell you the …

I am not from here

I love humans. I really do think they are rather amusing. But why so serious? Why so fearful of the unknown? Always complaining about being deprived, while deeply unaware they’re sitting on an enormous treasure chest. Being utmost beautiful, while screaming at their mirror, pointing out unnoticeable shortcomings. What do you know, you might ask. Yes, what do I actually know, not being from here. But you see, I live here. 40+ years I’ve been curiously interacting, more often observing, this strange earthly behaviour. There are so many questions arising in my chest. I seem to have lost the answers. Could I please ask you to help me find them? The other day I heard this intelligent and attractive woman complaining. It seemed that everything was wrong in her life, and she kept on blaming herself for every decision she’d made. Another man was yelling at his children to hurry up, they had somewhere important they had to be. – What is more important than where you are right now, I thought. And then there …

The choice

I wanted to write about this thing, or thought, I have been having lately. I always knew about it – the choice – however, I have had difficulties embracing it. And the past few weeks, the universe has shown signs reminding me to dare to believe I actually have a choice. But, I have been thinking it’s not that simple. That life is not simple. That we need to struggle, and work hard, in order to receive things. But what if, this entire time, I was wrong – maybe it can be simple? Maybe I can be happily satisfied with everything I already have, not constantly seeking more. So, what is the choice, I am referring to? It is the choice to choose. To choose happy, to choose love, to choose peace. To choose prosperity. Simply to choose, whatever you wish. Every morning when you wake up you have a choice. And no outer circumstance, or person can interfere with that choice. It is solely your choice to make. Each minute of the day you …

The Power of Small Shifts

This week I felt like I needed a change. Nothing major, just little shifts to bring some excitement into my usual routine. On Tuesday, I went for an early morning run before work; something I almost never do. Yesterday, I tried the opposite – a late evening run. And today, I booked a private flower arranging course. Hopefully I can already go this Saturday! In between, I’ve been playing with the details of my day: trying new foods, wearing my scarf in different ways, swapping negative thoughts for positive ones. And I realised; it really doesn’t take much to feel a difference. Sometimes it’s just choosing coconut milk instead of oat milk, or taking another route to work. I keep coming back to this idea of small, consistent behaviour. The parts of my life where I feel most grounded are the ones I nurture daily. Eating in a way that feels good for my body. Spending time outdoors. Moving—whether it’s a run, ballet or just twenty minutes of pilates. It doesn’t have to be anything …

Morning pages

I’ve started my mornings by writing in my journal, almost on autopilot. Even on the days when there’s nothing to say — which happens a lot. At 6 a.m. my mind is usually quiet. I don’t write down my dreams since I seldom remember them; they tend to show up later in the day. My sleep is deep. I’m painfully slow in the morning, and I need time to come back to this world. Writing helps with that. Sometimes I wonder if, while I sleep, I’m traveling “home,” and waking up I find myself back here. Have you ever felt that? However, this is not going to be a post about my nightly travels. Rather, I wanted to share the benefits of writing your thoughts down, first thing in the morning. Writing without editing. Creating is much more than simply producing something pretty; it’s a way of bringing the unseen into the seen. Creative expression often reveals what we are yearning for, what we value, or what we are healing. It’s a mirror of our …

A life worth living for

A life worth living for? Oh, you ask me? Well, there needs to be beauty. Whether it’s in the form of art, soft movement, a treasured book, a handsome face, a handwritten note, or the subtle signs of seasons changing. But wait, now when I think about it, maybe it’s more about the awareness of beauty. The other day while rushing home from work I all of a sudden noticed how beautifully green nature still is. Is it usually this green in mid-September, I wondered, while searching for deep yellows and reds, but there were none to be found. This year, nature is taking her time. Maybe there’s no need for me to rush either, I thought, and readjusted my steps. So, if you ask me about a life worth living for, I would begin with notice the beauty. I find there’s something gentle and comforting in beauty. There’s nothing shallow about the kind of beauty that makes you cry at a beautiful flower, or be in awe of the endless sky. I hear things, …