There’s a sense of surrender when we lean into life; when we lean into creativity. Creativity cannot be controlled. Life cannot be controlled. All we can do is to continue to show up for that beaming center of life within us, that which is our Soul, our microcosm, the Universe embodied. And to listen carefully. My most true, beautiful and good ideas never come through when I pin myself to the desk, trying to fool myself into looking productive while trying to squeeze out one drop of genius. Rather they come when I am present. When I am alive. Through joy, beauty, pain and frustration. Whenever I am alive with life, I am synched, uplinked, inspired by all the creative Life, all that Love, within me and around me.
The majority of May has on my end been heavily induced and infused with all things nice and sweet. That is until the Full Moon/Eclipse threw me a curveball that brought about massive waves from the deep below.
Washed ashore on the other end of that ride I find myself in newfound internal stillness, a surrender to simplicity, and trusting the Atlas of my Heart. The Taurus North Node teaches us to seek rejuvenation and refuge in the simplicity and beauty bound by Earth. The Scorpio South Node brings about what is perceived to be one of the most intense collective rebirths we’ve ever faced as a human species, which inevitably will trigger our own microcosmic rebirths. The lower vibration of Scorpio can be an almost addictive behavior to healing and peeling off layers. You know one of those intense acid peels that you only need to do a few times a month to get really glowy skin? If you use them everyday you’re actually gonna burn your face off, because the finer layers of your skin won't have the integration time that it takes to grow a new layer of skin. This is how I envision the shadow side of Scorpio.
The frequency of Taurus is that rich, tender healing balm our skin, our soul, needs while we’re birthing anew. Rooted in deep trust, that the divine intelligence that streams through this Earth, the macrocosm, and human beings, the microcosm, knows exactly where it's going, dare we lean into the trust and listen to the subtle whispers. It’s been a month of sensory enjoyment as Blake says. Below find the waves of May which moved me, a little deeper, a little sweeter.
Agroturismo Son Viscos. I stepped out of April and entered May on one of my favorite healing islands ever, Mallorca. I returned to the Crystal Island (Mallorca, like Ibiza, is made of Quartz) to celebrate the wedding of a dear friend. I arrived at Son Viscos slightly confused and loopy the way only a 6am flight can make you feel. I was greeted by the owner Michael, who immediately made me a coffee and the lush greenery and fresh mountain air. Everything about Son Viscos is beautiful; from the rooms to the people, to the endless secret garden hideaways. It’s no secret that I took my teachers training on Mallorca why I’ve been to the island at least a dozen times, but Son Viscos is by far the most special place I’ve ever stayed. It was the exact medicine I needed.
Speaking of medicine. I initially felt called to try out Anima Mundi’s “Euphoria” potion because well…. “Euphoria”. I’ve been taking it consistently for a few months now, and the subtle sensations of heightened heart frequency is definitely felt. You’re not going to go coco-loco, but it’s simply just tuning your biochemical frequency into a little more love, sweetness and joy.
“The Biggest Little Farm … The Return'' I'm crazy about The Biggest Little Farm, and the people behind this incredible, vital place on earth. And Emma, oh Emma the pig #iykyk. Watching someone build a legacy whether it’s through farming, the arts, cooking, family, politics always ignites me. Where there is heart, there is resonance. What I was so deeply moved by was the grit, the patience and the undying spirit of the whole team behind The Biggest Little Farm. It was such an important reminder (and very Taurus) of patience. One thing is when we get the idea; another thing is bringing it into the densest vibration of it all: physical manifestation. In the first documentary following the farm there are basically nothing but obstacles and dead ends, but by the ode to integrity and purpose, they not only manage to survive, but to thrive through the learning curves of life. I always loved watching movies about nature, because it teaches us so much about human nature. In this short little sequel “The Return” life on the farm truly is never not boring or challenging, yet exactly these moments continue to serve as the most pivotal windows of growth and recreation. Just like they can serve us the very same way.
About that intense acid peel mask that I just made a reference to? Woods Intense Acid Peel is actually the mask I thought of when I wrote that reference. I’ve been using this mask since Woods launched a couple of years ago and it’s actually a zinger. It peels off dead skin, and leaves the skin totally rebirthed. But do be cautious and move forward slowly. A minute or two is enough for a brand new skin.
My friend Jeanne De Kroon is a force of nature and with her brand Zazi Vintage she is creating a serious ripple effect, not only through the somewhat calcified world of fashion, but through the world entirely. By giving ancient lineages and wisdom a platform and space to share their stories, creations and history we are all reminded of the interconnectedness running through us all, while bringing Soul, Art and Heritage to the world of fashion.
While we’re in the realm of garment. Period panties?! Maybe I’m late to the party but bloody hell (pun intended) this has been a true game changer. During Illumination Womanhood we had such a tender and heart-opening workshop on bleeding with the wonderful woman that is Samantha Neal. To sit in circle with women, sharing and listening to the stories on bleeding was one of the most healing experiences I’ve had in a long time. I finally discovered period panties last September, and I’ve been a fan ever since. I feel my beautiful womb and yoni thanking me for not invading these sacred spaces during such a tender and sacred time of the month, which has helped ease pain and cramps tremendously. More so this is an incredible environmental-loving way of bleeding if free bleeding is not for you. There are multiple amazing brands out there, so attached is solely a suggestion.
Floral air. Misty mountain. Life of Leisure. One mystical hotel from the 70’s. Long, slow mornings. Hot coffee. Ripe fruit. Journaling as the Sun rises. Ancient practices on sacred land.
After two years of connecting beautifully in virtual space the Fall Equinox is our magic moment to gather in-person under the late September Sun for an exquisite and intimate retreat experience re-imagined. Moving this vision into reality has truly expanded me creatively in so many ways working alongside my wonderful team of Aquarian Women, I’m reminded why I do what I. More joy, more space, more connection, more presence, more Life, more Love. Join the waitlist to get early access to the registrations that might happen sooner than you think.
ON VACATION READS, SUMMER RAIN AND AN UNINTENDED PRAYER ANSWERED
July is the month of retreat and vacation for me.
I grew up in the North. So long, rainy days curled up in bed with a pot of Earl Grey (milk on the side) watching indie and coming-of-age movies from Blockbuster back-to-back bring me as much Summer nostalgia as sunburnt days by the beach does.
And reading. Oh reading. Not just books. But anything. Newspapers (local as national), magazines (new as old), back of the (oat) milk carton, books, rules of a board game I already know but for the love of #words, flyers for exhibitions I rarely get to see anyway. I’ll read anything. July is usually also a month I devote myself to a serious *digital detox* or as I like to call it: back to reality. Or back to reading.
Oh the vast lands and addictions of the digital space, a serious dance of polarities and Mixed Emotions. If it wasn’t for the digital platform I wouldn’t have gotten to connect and know all of you. The broadened space and horizons that the interweb provides us, is truly a magic wave to surf. Online programs and gatherings have been on the rise the past two years as true lifesavers for those of us who faced serious lockdowns and loneliness. But, because there is always the but. As July approaches I’m feeling the annual yearn to check out, marinate, simmer (sounds like a BBQ-recipe, I know) and return to idle, simple living. Sleep-in, slow days, not knowing what’s going on in the curated lives of millions of other people besides my own and the characters in my books. After my vacation ends, inspired and ignited, I always say: Why don’t I bring more vacation-energy into my daily life and work? Ask and you shall receive. My unintended prayer was answered when an opportunity to create my first retreat came through. I felt a yearning to look into your eyes, hear your laughter and stories (I’m not a fan of the “mute” button on zoom), chant mantras together, breathe together, expand the Love together, feel that connectivity tissue flow through us all, share beautiful meals and all the hugs.
The Vacation Muse flowed through me and whispered to me; share your love for vacations with the women. Show them how to chill and have a really good time. Create a space that feels like a gigantic hug. Together with my amazing team, I’m creating the most nourishing, rejuvenating and poetic retreat experience for women. A space. A pause where the sweetness of life is magnified and multiplied with love. Where you get to hang out with your Soul, your Heart and the Soul and Heart of other beautiful Women as well. 4-days where all you really have to worry about is whether you want to lay by the pool or read on the beach? Coffee with or without milk? Where the sun greets you most mornings, but in the case of rain we’ll have a pot of Earl Grey ready for you. Where the grass grows wild beneath your feet, the mountain air caresses your lungs and the wild ocean reminds you of your own greatness. There’s something about the space in between. In between being and doing. In between summer and fall. In between inhaling and exhaling. In between is where Life arises anew. In between is where it’s at. A moment to lean in and let Life move through you in new, unhindered ways. With a side of the hottest vegetarian food, a badass group of women and a whole lot of Kundalini Yoga to support your Soul, Heart, Inhales and Exhales.
This is The Vacation.
And if you, like me, like to read everything, here's a few *suggests* on *the digests*
- a pretty sweet and sensory experience to give you a little tease on the amount of juiciness you’re in for.
MY TOP 6 BOOKS FOR (THE) VACATION
On vacation we read… fiction
The Garden of Eden _ Ernest Hemingway
Hemingway is not only my number #1 style icon, he’s also one of my favorite writers of all time. The Garden of Eden encapsulates everything I’m looking for in a summer read: tales of travel, food, wine, menage-a-trois with an edge of well-written culture loftiness.
Bonjour Tristesse _ Françoise Sagan
A forever summer classic. Especially if you like me, turn un petit peu francophile during the summer. Bon Voilá. Excuse my french.
The Napoles Quartet _ Elena Ferrante ‘Twas the Summer of 2016 when I swallowed the Naples Quartet in South of France, Naples and Panarera. And learned that being human is unique, yet a very universal experience that within every human heart holds the potential to feel the polarity that is life and still create beautiful art out of it. ‘Twas a good summer.
She Came to Stay _ Simone De Beauvoir I began reading Sartre at the age of 12 (which might explain all the heavy-healing-lifting I had to do since) but I fell in love with Simone 10 years later. Literary and not literally speaking that is. This one (and The Woman Destroyed) is amongst my favorites.
Journey to the River Sea _ Eva Ibbotson I read this book 20 years ago, during an especially rainy vacation and the journey through the Amazon jungle was the perfect escape room. Children’s books, just like children, are so full of wonder and remind us what it means to be human.
The House of The Spirits _Isabel Allende
My mom grabbed her worn-out late 80’s edition from the bookshelf one summer when I told her: “I want to read something real. About love, spirits, human beings, drama and foreign lands.” I was clearly suffering from a serious case of teenage-ennui. Anyways, so good I read it twice. And one of the books I’m definitely rereading this summer.
Sous le soleil & debaixo do So -