The season was an intense one. I am not the same person I was going into it. I have traveled to new places, new depths, and discovered much within my own treasure map. This time away from my London routine has only deepened my inner relationship with myself, continuing the dive into deeper self-love. Continue reading Mediterranean Voyage: From Mallorca to Sicily
TIA…This is Africa. If you haven’t heard the acronym and saying, then you’re hearing it now, and let me tell you, it’s the perfect supposition for the experiences potentiated there.
Just like TIA, the phrase of accepting and embracing the learning and growth opportunities presented in Africa, I was faced with TIL: This is Life, accept and embrace. This is life, which winds and bends, throws curve balls, and acclimates you to the sides of yourself requiring cleansing and renewal. Continue reading THIS IS AFRICA. THIS IS LIFE.
Internal struggles are a real thing, but you can come out of them having been molded and often with greater clarity. Going after your dreams takes courage. So even if the path looks impossible and others do not understand your resolve, somehow, you have to keep pedaling. Despite how many hills to climb. The beauty is the view, and eventually you will always reach your destination. Continue reading The Bicycle Diaries: Journeys of Purpose
Maybe I was crazy to leave the Mallorcan life I loved so much and relocate to London. I had to trade in my sundresses for cashmere. It was time for CHANGE. A new season was upon me.
“Dude, you’re in London!” I was vibrating in the legacies of my literary heroes. The ones impacting me most during my university days. Those whom gave voice to the awarenesses simmering within me, shaping thought forms with inspiring prose. Molding me. Most notably Virginia Woolf, D.H. Lawrence, James Joyce, William Butler Yeats, T.S. Eliot. Continue reading The Cashmere Diaries. London: Literary Legacy
I already knew what question was coming next. “And why Mallorca?” It was one that followed me throughout my life of travel and living abroad. Continue reading Ode to Mallorca Part I: Hiking and Foraging Along the Tramutana
The female dancer stood up from her tiny wooden stool then graced the stage. She waited. Gathering her skirt, and her forces, she tapped in to something. The force overtook her and she moved along with the melody and song, contriving her body and stomping loudly onto the wooden stage with melodic and staccato taps and clicks. Her face contorted as the emotion flowed through her. An intense look I will never forget, one who’s story moved me to tears. Continue reading Face-Planting, and Reflections on Art. Madrid 18 Years Later.
There were times of elation, and times of challenge. Through it all, there was always something to be gained.
I wish to share with you some of the things I’ve learned on a personal level and also, what travel like this can inspire in anyone. Continue reading Life Tuition
I had been granted the experiential insight of understanding how when you visit a place, and openly, you connect and align to it, you will in turn take on the place’s frequency– forever bear it. For me, it felt like adding a vibration of a place’s essence to my inner “basket of fruits,” and resonating it from then on. So too was I doing here at Beglik Tash, and had done in Plovdiv, and Sofia. Continue reading Part II: Encoding in Bulgaria
But what I do know is that I had asked for upleveling towards fulfilling my greater purpose here on this planet…aligning with my higher, truer self, and integrating with my wondrous potential. Light codes, activations, detoxifying and healing are just some of these steps there along the path. And you do, absolutely receive what you are deeply asking for. Continue reading Encoded in Bulgaria – Part I
It was a sunny, August day as we wound brightly along the hilly, narrow two-lane roads lined with verdant, pastured farm land. The southwest of France is a shiny, picturesque dream of idyllic charm. One painted repetitiously with plots of corn and patches of sunflower fields. On this warm day, windows down, and blown by the steady cool wind, we buzzed past the endless fields, and I could feel the comforting presence of simplistic lifestyle where people existed closely together with the land. Continue reading South West France ~La Vie en Vert
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