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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 …

the softness of a new dawn

I have not been writing in a while. As soon as I get too caught up in the external world, my writing somehow drifts away to a sacred place. Nevertheless, it never goes far, it’s always near, quietly reassuring me that it will still be here when I’m ready to let my fingers dance on the keyboard again. When the days are filled with tasks, endless to-dos, and too much screen time, my intuition falls asleep. It craves the stillness of an early morning. It awakens amidst the blooming trees of July. It cherishes the spaciousness of the bluest, warmest vanilla sky. It feeds on quiet moments in between. I don’t always listen, and I have for sure neglected its needs. My soul grows tired, and I ask myself: What is missing? And then I realise, nothing is missing. I was focusing on the wrong things. I got carried away, not by the beauty of nature, but by the chaos of the external world. As soon as I do too little of the things that …

Dear June….

… let’s create. ”If it’s out of your hands, it deserves freedom from your mind too.” June dear, nature must be head over heels for you,the way she blossoms when you arrive.I look at you, and wonder,out of all the months in the world,I’m happy to have found,one so perfect for me.  June is for hot, loving summer nights.Magical, never-ending evenings. The sun wide awake,but please, don’t go back to sleep, you’re one to keep.June is for finding the happy within. Smelling roses and counting stars.Eating strawberries. Breathe me in like air.June is for dancingwith the waves, playing with nature,– kissing the soft, morning rain. You’re impeccable, just the way you are.  This June is all about not forcing things. What flows, flows. What crashes, crashes.There’s only space for the things that are meant for us.Beautiful words, beautiful beings.Life is happening now, while appreciating where we are in our journeys,even if it’s not where we desire to be.Let summer, be summer. Let winter, be winter. It’s about speaking with integrity,expressing deeply rooted desires.Throwing out limiting beliefs,negative self-talk.Trusting, and …

Your little dreams matter

I have introduced a new weekly habit where I take myself to the library. On Saturdays I show up at the front door five minutes before opening, my sight on one of their comfy chairs. And after entering, together with 50 other humans seeking bibliosmia*, I find my seat, sit down, and begin writing. Sometimes I bring a chai latte, more often I wear a chic outfit, and every time make it into this dreamy weekend routine. I don’t always feel motivated to write. Although I want to write the motivation to sit down and do so doesn’t always effortlessly show up. Especially if I don’t know what to write about. But I take action, I show up, and once I do, the motivation follows. First and foremost, I want my dreams to matter to me. I want there to be time for them in this, so often, chaotic world. For what is life, if we’re not tending to our own garden. Your little dreams matter. Whether you wish to pursue writing, singing, painting or …

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, …

Finding contentment in everyday rituals

Routines can make everyday life feel automatic, making our days run on autopilot without us noticing. Tasks turn into chores, and to-do lists become boxes we check without thought. Somewhere along the way, we lose sight of the why. But what if we chose to treat these daily tasks as gentle rituals? Simple, grounding rituals that nurture our wellbeing—brewing a cup of coffee or tea early morning, strolling through the grocery aisles, journaling, enjoying an afternoon walk, or ending the day with a comforting shower. It’s the small, precious moments that shape our days. Days become weeks, weeks become months, months turn into years, and years shape a life. When practiced with intention, these daily rituals, create pockets of calm and help keep us grounded in the present moment. When we slow down, create quiet space and reconnect with ourselves we help our bodies and minds to re-center. And the best part, you do not need to make any drastic shifts; small pockets hear and there throughout the day can make wonders for your wellbeing. …

Dear September…

… and my heart melted. ”While some people like to dance underneath the stars in June, others like to play with the red leaves of September. And I’m blissfully, wholeheartedly, stuck in the middle.” … And like the wisest of them all, you’re letting go of what no longer serves you. Your brisk wind makes everything rejuvenating. The days; alluring and brightful, the nights; dark and calm. I see a star waiting to be born, intentions waiting to be established, a nature waiting to be cherished, and a life waiting to be lived.  September is for watching red leaves falling. Creating space. Caring for oneself, and others. Just like nature, we transform. Becoming whole, empowered and complete. Silently witness the beauty of nature – notice how seductively and effortlessly she’s unfolding her treasures. Fearless. September is for enjoying the darkness, as well as the bright light within. It’s for grasping opportunities. Looking within for happiness, success and courage. Sometimes the things we want the most are closer than we think. PAUSE. ”Life starts all over again when …