It was all starting to make sense now. My summer Mediterranean voyage was an initiation. After the demanding work-load and stress, and through the emotional seas, I had been transformed after plunging deeper within myself. I had weathered the storms and a new version of me had been sculpted. Continue reading Mediterranean Voyage Part II: Know Thyself. Malta to Greece
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 woke up early that morning as the sun was rising, before guests had risen, before the dogs, and snuck to the aft swim platform to do my yoga and meditation session. The morning was serene. The water so calm it looked like glass, and looking out south, the sky bled into the sea like one giant mirror. You could not tell sky from sea. Keep tracing the horizon and your eyes land upon the lovely city tucked into the mountain. Charming houses, hotels, and restaurants all in shades of whites, and peaches, topped with terracotta roofs. The sun’s morning rays cast a golden glow against the landscape, glazing it like one giant welcome apricot macaroon I wanted to sink my teeth into. Continue reading French Riviera~ Provisioning and Frolicking in the Côte d’Azur
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