Life is never just one thing.
Experiences touch us.
The real impact can often get overlooked.
This is why I like sitting and listening to my fertile voids.
Real perseverance and courage lie in the cracks of life.
I noticed our garden orchid in the sun while learning walking therapy today. Online, offline – connected.
…is here already, and that’s OK (Budapest, Dalí exhibition)
Always full of memories
Our new bonsai tree lost all its leaves, sprouted new ones, and today I discovered…flower buds! It’s spring in our bathroom! I’ve been away from posting, even though IG is still my most intimate public writing space – even from there.
I spent the last two weeks reflecting on 2022 from a place of silence, an incredible opening (a commitment I worried I’d have to drop, finished, which was a tremendous gift) and increasing energy levels after months of intensity. I kept busy, too: I moved my business to the next phase to allow new staff, new ideas, way more unique content (finally!) and new services.
I am so excited about 2023 because everything I dreamed up for Voxel Hub is about to become possible. So I am now back, posting and blogging more than ever and will be writing so much more about digital wellbeing – I am so glad I can finally make space for this true passion of mine.
I am to walk the thin line between light and darkness, and so the year starts also with news of family loss. However, if anything, last year showed me just how much complexity I can handle. And boy, I can handle a lot.
I am so grateful I can now hold just my own stuff and my clients, equipped with new therapeutic skills too.
So so grateful for all this opening space to create, share and assist healing.
Finished my last day at OTR Bristol today. Oh, what a formative journey. It totally shaped me into a more aware liberation practitioner. So grateful for every single person who supported me during those five years.
So good to be back in Venice. Restoring. Pausing. Reflecting.
It truly takes a village, hard work, challenges and incredible rewards along the way.
I aged a few decades and grew a tiny bit wiser, sharper, and more ambiguous (it’s what those times need of us).
I found my people and left places that did not serve me well.
I liberated myself from so many layers and can’t wait to do more.
I am utterly grateful to each and every person who supported me and for those lovely messages of comfort this week.
It takes a village.