There is something about walking together.
Not to arrive somewhere, but to slow down enough to actually be where we are.
To step out of the noise for a moment. To breathe a little deeper. To feel what has been waiting for your attention.
Nature has a way of bringing things back into their right place. Without forcing. Without rushing.
These Medicine Walks are an invitation. To move gently. To listen. To reconnect with yourself, with the earth, and with what is quietly unfolding within you.
Two upcoming gatherings:
🌿 Saturday May 16th
🌱 Saturday June 13th
If you feel the pull to step outside and walk in a different rhythm for a while, you are welcome 🙏🏼
#tealedra #medicinewalk #rotterdam #breathwork #mindfullness
A celebration of the seed that will one day blossom into fruit 🌱✨
Recently, I had the honour of hosting a Mother & Baby Blessing within the space of my humble sanctuary. A moment where we gathered consciously, held in connection with one another as women.
To honour the primal force of the feminine.
The quiet, powerful magic of a body that creates life. The unseen, yet deeply felt transformation of becoming a mother.
There is something sacred in pausing for this. In truly seeing her. Not only for what she carries, but for who she is becoming. Her strength. Her softness. Her resilience. Her power. A gentle witnessing. A remembrance of the ancient thread that lives within all women.
Holding space for life to be welcomed, already surrounded by love.
🤍🦋
#motherbabyblessing #babyshower #cacao
She tends to her garden with a soft and gentle touch. But it didn’t always come naturally to her.
For a long time, she found herself looking at the gardens of others. The grass that seemed greener. The roses that appeared to bloom so effortlessly. It made her wonder if she was doing something wrong. If she was too different. If she simply didn’t fit into the way things were meant to be.
So she tried tending her garden like others did. But instead of blooming, it left her feeling empty. Hollow. Disconnected from herself.
It was in that darkness that she found her roots. Where something within her became clear: 'My uniqueness is not the problem. It is the way.'
Her garden was never meant to be tended like anyone else’s. It asks for something different. Something only she can feel into.
So she began to listen. To sense what it truly needs. What nourishes it. What allows it to breathe, to grow, to come alive.
And she showed up for it. Gently. Imperfectly. Sometimes tired. Sometimes with tears in her eyes, while still choosing to stay. Even when it felt uncertain. Even when it felt scary.
And somewhere along the way, in embracing all of it, she began to bloom. As the flower she was always meant to be.
🌹
#spring #beltane #blossom
شفاء — Shifa. Healing.
Not the surface kind.
The kind that reaches what has been waiting the longest.
Laylat al Shifa — Night of Healing is a sacred one-day ceremony held in The Hague, rooted in Islamic tradition and guided by the power of prayer, dhikr, and sacred plant medicine.
For men and women. For Muslims and seekers. For every soul that has tried everything and still feels something is missing.
🌿 Opening talk & intention workshop
🤲🏼 Dhikr, Nasheed & Quranic recitation throughout
🍄 Sacred plant medicine ceremony
🤍 Integration circle & closing duaa
📍 The Hague, Netherlands
🗓️ One day · 14:00 – 22:00
👥 Very limited spots, small circle.
It teaches the heart how to burn ❤️🔥
There’s a different kind of fire that comes up at times. Not loud, not chaotic, but steady. The kind you don’t always know what to do with. The kind that makes you feel more
want more. See more clearly what no longer fits. It can be uncomfortable, because it asks you to stop holding back, to stop softening yourself, to stop pretending something still works when it doesn’t.
I used to quiet it, turn it down and keep everything contained. But that doesn’t work anymore. This isn’t a fire that destroys. It sharpens, it clears and it brings you back into your body. Into what you feel, into what you want, into what you’re no longer willing to ignore
Maybe you know this feeling, when something in you wakes up and there’s no going back to how it was.
So, instead of controlling it; let us give it space to move. And trust what it’s here to show us, even if we don’t fully understand it yet.
#beltane
Some encounters stay with you. Especially the ones you never planned.
I thought I was walking towards something. A clear direction. A place I was meant to find.
Somewhere along the way, I got lost. Or so it seemed. Because what I found instead felt like a quiet message. A reminder that I was already on the path. That it’s not only about knowing where you’re going, but about trusting what meets you along the way.
Setting the intention. Holding the vision. And staying open for life to unfold in its own rhythm.
And then, there it was.
A presence so grounded, so steady. Like a reflection of what it means to trust the path beneath you without needing to see the whole way ahead.
Maybe I wasn’t lost at all. Just guided differently than I expected.
#scotland #highlands #spirit
There is something about these places. Spaces where prayers have been whispered long before we arrived.
Sitting beneath the trees, I felt it again. That quiet pull to soften, to listen, to offer something back. Not in words that need to be perfect, but in presence. In intention. In feeling. A gentle prayer for the ones I love. For myself. For the Earth that holds us.
Lately, I’ve been feeling even more aware
of this subtle exchange. This sacred reciprocity. Where nothing is asked without also giving. Where attention itself becomes an offering.
Maybe prayer isn’t something outside of us. Maybe it lives in the way we tend
to what matters. In the quiet wishes we carry. In the energy we send towards what we hope to see grow, heal, or simply be held.
A moment of stillness, beneath something ancient, remembering.
✨
#clavacairns #inverness #scotland #outlander
Desire lives in the body like a quiet fire.
A force moving beneath the surface,
guiding, pulling, igniting something deeper than the mind can understand.
Not loud, but undeniable.
There is something sacred in allowing it to exist fully. Unfiltered. Untamed. Felt in its raw, honest form.
Because to desire deeply is to open yourself to everything that comes with it.
To love is to touch both the softness and the edge. The warmth of connection, and the sharpness of what it awakens.
Love and blood, intertwined.
Where the heart opens, and in that same opening becomes vulnerable to be marked, to be moved, to be changed.
There is a quiet intimacy in that space. Where beauty and endings meet. Where something blooms while something else falls away.
Death and roses, held within the same breath.
Petals soft against the skin, while beneath it something old is gently laid to rest.
Loving fully asks for a constant dying. A shedding. A releasing of what no longer belongs. And still, the heart chooses to open again.
Like a phoenix, there is a returning. Over and over again. Not into who I once was, but into something deeper. More honest. More alive.
Desire becomes the direction. A quiet knowing of where life wants to move. Not controlled, but surrendered to.
I walk with the spirit of love. Not the kind that is easy or light, but the kind that transforms. That softens and burns all at once.
And still, I choose it. Again and again.
❤️🔥
✨ This journey felt like a quiet turning inward.
An invitation to nurture the body that has been holding me through it all. To soften into the realisation that it is now my turn to take care of her,
instead of her always taking care of me.
The ancient waters of Scotland carried something
both soft and deeply resilient. In their constant movement, I felt a reminder that there is always a way to move through whatever life presents. To flow, without losing softness. To remain open,
while still being held in strength.
There was something in the old castles too. A quiet presence woven into their walls. A sense of time standing still, where past and present seemed to meet. Grounded, yet almost otherworldly. As if the seen and unseen softly intertwined. In those spaces, there was a gentle sense of romance. A slower way of being. A remembering of something subtle, yet deeply familiar.
Surrounded by the mountains, I felt grounded in something much bigger than myself. A steady presence that awakened a deeper strength within me. A quiet remembrance of the path I’ve walked so far and how far I’ve come.
There was space to release. To let go of what no longer needs to be carried. To gently cut the cords that feel complete. Rewiring past experiences. To call my energy back and return to my own center.
More than anything, this time invited me into deeper presence. To truly be with each moment. To breathe it in. To create space within for something new to unfold.
A soft awareness of where my energy wants to go. Of what feels nourishing. Of what feels aligned. Meeting myself there, in a quiet sense of reciprocity 🪷
#scotland
✨ 32 years around the Sun
And for the first time, I feel like I truly know myself. Or maybe… I finally allow myself to.
So much of my life has been devoted to understanding. Gathering knowledge. Trying to make sense of the mystery that is life. And for a while now, I've been feeling a shift; from understanding, to embodying. To integrating. To anchoring it all into my being.
Life is, in many ways, seriously unserious. A continuous unfolding. A series of initiations inviting us to expand, again and again. And somewhere along the way, I realised - life is what we allow it to be. We get to choose. To live the life we deeply desire. Even when it goes against the grain. To live authentically in a world that often asks us not to.
Keeping my heart open has not always been easy. In a world that can feel superficial, where depth is not always met, it has been tempting to close. To hide. To not feel at all.
Because feeling deeply means being touched deeply.
But it is exactly there that life reveals itself. In the full spectrum. In joy and in sadness. In pleasure and in pain. In love and in heartbreak. It is in feeling it all that I remember: I am alive. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I was never made for superficiality. There is a fire within me. Born from longing. From romanticising. From a deep devotion to life itself. A desire to live wholeheartedly. To gather every piece of who I am. The light, the shadow, the seen and unseen. And let it expand into something more open, more present, more loving.
This is what I carry with me into this new year. A deeper trust. A softer openness. A quiet devotion to what feels true.
Continuing to meet life with an open heart.
Wildhearted.
#birthday
❤️🔥 I move from my heart
Not from pressure, not from the need to prove or figure everything out, but from a grounded connection to what is felt and what is true.
There is a steadiness in that. A place to return to, again and again. Holding both. A grounded, rooted presence that keeps everything steady and supported. And at the same time, an open, feeling heart; soft, sensitive, fully alive.
They don’t compete.
They meet.
Where there was once a tendency to overfill,
space now remains. Space to breathe. To feel. To move from within. Not needing to add more for something to be enough, but trusting in what naturally wants to unfold. Trusting what is ready to open. Trusting what is ready to bloom. Without force. Without rushing ahead. Just a steady unfolding, in its own timing.
An open heart remains. Even in the moments that feel tender. Not because it is always easy, but because there is no longer a turning away.
The cracks are not something to hide. They are part of being open. Part of being alive. Rooted. Open. Held by what grounds, guided by what is felt.
Not choosing between strength and softness, but living in the space where they meet.
#aguadeflorida #wildhearted
The arrival of Spring is something I long for, year after year. A time of renewal, of rebuilding and of new beginnings, blossoming and gentle expansion.
And yet, there is no rush.
Winter’s hibernation still lingers softly within my being, inviting me to honour my natural rhythm and slow pace as I begin to open again. I feel it in the quiet shifts within. In the softening. In the space that is slowly returning.
Ostara marks the moment of balance between the darkest days of winter and the light of the coming summer. A day where light and dark meet in perfect harmony. Where day and night are held equally. A quiet reminder that life is always moving in cycles.
Light gently begins to triumph over darkness,
not in force, but in devotion. In soft persistence.
Inviting me to return to balance within myself. To tend to what is ready to grow. To nurture what is ready to bloom.
It is the dawn of Spring that calls me into renewal, fertility and rebirth.
A gentle readiness to begin again 🌸🦋🌱🌼✨
#equinox #spring #ostara
