So the sun seared her face into her soul.
No, I call this april sunburn tanning with calm view
“FUCK YOU!!” she shouted at him, laughing hard and deep.
“I listened to you, followed what you whispered to me from that mystical realm of yours —
and this is what I get? I feel like a fool!”
She was biting her lip.
Trying to keep her laughter in. Failing.
Meanwhile, he was double-rolling on the ground, tears in his eyes, laughing like thunder.
There she sat — hands in her hair, under the tree —
sighing, giggling, shaking her head in disbelief.
“You know I’m never listening to you again, right? NEVER!”
Somehow…
somewhere deep down…
she knew this was exactly his kind of humour.
"You got pranked!"
And he didn’t care how she felt —
he just laughed and laughed and laughed.
She’d never admit it out loud…
but she found it absolutely hilarious.
And oddly… very attractive.
There she sat — bound to the tree by the cords of the universal laws of fairness.
Her mouth silenced by truth.
“This was my last chance to get you, girl,” he shouted.
“I know you won’t listen to me again!”
And there she stayed. Still giggling. Still burning.
The tree gave no shadow —
so the sun seared her face into her soul.
That evening,
she would look tanned.
“There was a time that words
were rarely written
and stories wandered
from one mouth to another,
living their own life.
Seeds to be planted,
but never meant to be read.
Though I deeply love writing,
i wonder sometimes
if I’d not better hide them
and spend more time
in sharing stories
mouth to mouth,
the present of presence
together.
Because maybe
these words from breath to breath
touch deeper,
like kissing lips.
Yes, ... I might
rather kiss
you.”
The last few days have been beautiful —
but also quite hectic.
That’s why I haven’t been able to write much here on my blog.
Still, the experiences of these days made it once again clear:
I’m meant to keep exploring this path I’m walking,
and keep sharing the unfolding of life through my words —
for those who feel the resonance.
Yes… this is for you.
The ones who feel it.
And we, somehow, are the unfolding.
Or at least — we’re part of it.
I don’t write to teach.
I write as an example.
Of how soul-led living unfolds in simple, daily moments.
How life reflects itself inward — and how the inner writes itself outward.
And yes… I’m just one example.
But so are you.
So is everyone!
No, I’m not a handbook.
Never claimed to be.
Each of us is writing our own manual —
page by page, breath by breath.
Whether consciously or not.
A few days ago, I went to Cap Gris-Nez in France with one of my best friends.
It was Pedro’s birthday, and he longed to go back —
he hadn’t been there since his childhood.
What he didn’t know,
until I told him in the car,
was that this place holds deep meaning for me.
I always go there when a season of my life ends.
And that’s exactly what happened —
as we walked 12 kilometers along the shore.
(Well… 11.99 km, to be exact — thank you, Google Fit. 😄)
Numbers mean nothing —
unless you give them meaning.
But oh…
how often the soul speaks in them.
Like how I keep seeing 55s everywhere lately —
not as a message I’m waiting for,
but as a confirmation of what my soul already knows:
Change is coming.
Or rather… is arriving — outside of me,
to reflect the shift that already happened within.
Did i mention that Lindsey and i also have wonderful memories of Cap Griz Nez? We did a photoshoot there for BIC-carpets, where we got to know each other …
The first warm spring days by the sea.
And the next day, a walk with my dear friend Lindsey.
Yes… this time I want to name the ones who’ve walked with me
through years of light and shadow.
Those who supported me quietly —
sometimes with words,
but mostly with their presence.
And as I’ve said before:
presence means everything …
presence is everything
“Everything has a reason,” we often say.
And I laugh, because… yes and no.
But when it’s a “yes”?
Trust me — I feel it.
Like the chat I had yesterday with a friend from the US.
It wasn’t even so much what we said —
but something clicked open - within me.
And it led to a night at work
flooded with new insights I can’t wait to share.
All in time.
It will unfold as it should.
Because even the smallest moment,
when met with awareness,
holds gems and golden treasures.
Not because we search for meaning —
that’s just the personal mind in disguise.
But because life reveals itself to the one who surrenders.
And yes…
life takes care of life.
Just like the ring I finished last week —
made from a broken bracelet.
A small piece of gold and peridot.
Just part one, for now.
Maybe I’ll share the full story later
in the jewelry section of my website.
It felt good to work on it again.
And after the many sweet reactions,
I might just continue with it.
We’ll see.
Time always knows.
And this morning, after night shift,
the moon was in front of me the whole ride home —
huge and golden-yellow.
I thought it was a supermoon…
but no.
Just the moon in Leo.
And when the moon sits in your sun sign —
big doors are open.
Just be aware of them.
In the coming days, I’ll reconnect with friends I haven’t seen in a while…
while Daouda is off to the center of France for a school exchange.
Later this week, I’ll join him —
and together we’ll travel south,
to hike the Pyrénées with a new soul I’m excited to meet.
After six journeys to Nigeria,
I feel ready for a different kind of air.
Not intensity —
but softness.
Not pressure —
but peace.
Earlier today I replied to someone on Threads:
I have people in my life for years,
that I only know through the internet.
They’ve walked with me through my darkest seasons.
Every morning I’d wake to: “Honey, how are you today?”
During the day, I’d hear them.
And at night: “Sweet dreams, my love.”
Most of them have nothing to do with the things I write or share —
but they are magnificent.
They are these gems.
I don't have goals, purposes, nor dreams anymore
but where the flow of life allows me,
i will go to visit them,
because they still have this dream.
And they are me.
And I — them.
Presence is everything.
Speaking of oneness…
And if I don’t get to write for a while —
please know:
this soul is always with you.
Oneness is who we are.
And through your soul…
you can find me.
I love you.
TINY SUNBURSTS
WITHIN OUR BEING
I didn’t write much on my blog lately —
mostly because I was traveling,
and life simply flowed past me like a river I was floating in
though deeply aware of what is happening.
It feels strange to feel my fingers hover over the keyboard again, forming words into this dimension.
And yet… here I am.
Meanwhile, I heard some reactions to my writings. Most of them brought me to an even deeper realization:
They are not understood.
And this, my dear ones — you who take the time to read these words — is perhaps the most normal reaction from the personal mind.
Because truly: these writings cannot be understood by the mind. It’s simply not possible.
I write from a perspective the human eye cannot see.
We all know our vision is very limited — certainly compared to that of many animals. But it’s not just our eyesight.
Our entire human experience — mind and body alike — is limited in frequency and perception.
Let me say it like this: the place from where I write,
is a dimension the human brain, eyes, and senses cannot fathom.
Last week, I was in the Pyrénées.
I spent beautiful days there with a new friend, Bruno — a wonderful man, deeply steeped in spiritual knowledge, who lives out what he knows in the purest way he can.
I had no idea what this journey would bring me.
I only knew I had to go.
So I went — with Daouda by my side — simply following my inner voice, as I always do.
One of those days, Bruno took us into the mountains to see a colony of vultures.
They flew upward, carried by the warmth of the wind.
He told me that vultures are a spiritual sign — of being lifted up, of transcending.
I smiled.
Then he shared that vultures see in great detail from three kilometers above the earth — and that when they feed, no bacteria remain in their feces, making them incredibly clean and pure animals.
And in that moment I thought:
Yes, I see myself in them.
I live from above.
I see the landscape of human belief systems from a higher vantage point — a place where the soul is not entangled in the illusions of the mind.
Yes, there’s a rising force in this world now — a call into higher frequencies of consciousness, into the realm of the awakened mind.
But I live from the soul frequency —
the place above the mind,
the quiet stillness that sees all.
This is the place I write from.
This is the place I live from.
And no — I haven’t yet met another human in this lifetime who lives entirely from that same place… though some come close.
I hope to write more again soon, my sweethearts —
for those of you who simply read, and in doing so, allow the words to plant little seeds of consciousness.
Tiny sunbursts within your being.
Because that’s what happens when we meet — whether through words, energy, or presence.
More soon.
Have a beautiful weekend. 🌞🌱
04.19.24
On our way back home, we stayed in a beautiful B&B just a bit above Bordeaux.
This is a blogpost under construction - more to come soon - meanwhile, feel free to comment!
Life is getting pranked - and loving it.
Flowers to you, my boy! 💐
Good morning (good afternoon, good evening & good night)
Let’s get some rest