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When digging becomes a loop

I was born in this house.I left it once.Or so I thought. I moved to another house,I built a life,but I’m back now —not just physically.Energetically. And I see it now.I never really left.Not on the inside. I’ve lived an…

a barefoot december kitchen

It wasn’t a grand moment.It was butter.Melting.A gentle hiss rising as it kissed the hot pan.The batter followed like a quiet exhale — slow, certain, unapologetically thick. I stood barefoot in my December kitchen,no socks, no rush, no need.Just skin…

The Orange Albums and the Girl Who Knewed

Dear traveler, There are moments when you don’t realize you’re meeting an old friend — not until you’re halfway through the conversation, and your whole body remembers. That happened to me this week. Her name was never said out loud,…

The egg that became a signpost

The Missing Egg This actually happened. There we were, my son and I, ready to bake a chocolate cake. But there was one egg too little. I explained. He resisted. He stepped into his loop: “You need to get the egg.…

a Nice Day at the Market

I’ve come to understand that the body is a living miracle, a perfectly designed gift made for me and by me. Its intricate ways of communicating are nothing short of extraordinary, yet for most of my life, I ignored them.…

Trusting the flow

The Struggle with Overthinking It was one of those days where everything seemed to pile up. The day before, I had made great progress on my website, and I was excited to keep the momentum going. But life had other…

New Year’s eve

I had such a beautiful New Year’s Eve. It was simple yet profound—a drive to visit family, enjoying the traditional recipe of oliebollen, sharing meals, listening to music, making dinner together, and playing games. Of course, the children set off…

Discovering my inner disciples

Have you ever wondered why certain people stand out to you in life—why their traits resonate so deeply while others remain unnoticed? For me, it was Jon Bon Jovi, MacGyver, and Steve Jobs. Each of them reflected something within me,…