The Third Letter

Dear Reader, 

I can still feel the bean bag. The sand in my toes. The cold Mai Tai in my hands. The sounds of the waves gently returning. The feeling of magic in the air… 💨

That was two years ago, when I was writing the second entry of this blog. 

Last year, reflection. Stress for things that shouldn’t matter. Trying to focus on the small streams of light in the night sky🌛

This year, an even different setting. 

The birds are chirping. The air is hot and calm. There is but a gentle sway among the leaves of the coconut tree 🌴

This time, I’m drinking a special tea in a cute cup I bought with my friend, brewed in the teapot she gave me 🫖

There’s something inside me, moving…

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Sometimes we have to remind ourselves that the stars we see shining high above in the sky, are already a thing of the past by the time we admire them.

It doesn’t take away from their beauty, but we must find the stardust within ourselves in order to keep the light in our life.

Only then, will we shine brightly 🌟

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So much change. 

The nomadic spirit will forever move across the night sky. And I will always find a way to come back to what serves me ✨

Last year I travelled so much less than previous years. But still I breathed in 12 countries. 

This year, it will not be possible. 

The adventure will be a different one 🪷

I promised myself a while ago that I would never live my life for someone else- never again. 

I will honour that. 

I now breathe life into all that I love and close the door on that which does not serve. 

And so the stardust grows inside me more each day. It is my creation. And that of the Universe 💫

All the practice nurturing my sacral chakra has resulted in the most beautiful painting I could imagine 🧡🌹

Not what I wanted, nor what I expected. 

A destiny found in this particular time and space. 

And as we embark on the journey together, Dear Reader, I make another promise. 

I will write to you.

Perhaps it will be about travels. Places I have been or advice for my fellow wanderers 🌏

Other times what it feels like to be a nomadic soul in limbo or a traveler lost in time ⏳

Or maybe, I will just take a moment to meditate. 

To share with you the sweet smell of the frangipani…

…the feeling of my favourite ocean on my body…

…the sound of the birds singing in field…

…the vision of a fairy dancing in a meadow of roses, clutching the small hand she made… 💙

Will you join me? 

Until next time, Dear Reader. 

The Sun and The Rain 🩵💛

 Dear Reader, 

I hope my first letter of 2026 finds you well. 

I can’t believe we are 26 years into the new millenium. 

Nor can I believe that I am still in The Melting Pot of my favourite ocean. My little island full of frangipanis and changes. 

I welcomed in this year with my closest loved ones, watching the stars and colours float through the sky 💜🩷

This year, I have set an intention. Just one. A single mantra to guide me through the year 🪷

And what a year it will be. The biggest yet. For so many people I know. 

As I sit here in my last few days in one place, I reflect on the last few weeks. 

Listening to the rain. Feeling a familiar feeling of being cleansed. 

Taking me back to the realm of shadows.

I found light in the dark then, and so I know that it is always there. 

Because the light doesn’t wait to be found. It’s there the whole time. I only see it when I open my eye. 

And now, I have another light glowing inside me. Stronger each day. Getting closer and closer to shining ✨

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I started my January how I always do. With adventure and travel. Not abroad, but within this little paradise island. 

With incredible gardens…

With special days out and epic ping pong battles…

With amazing boat trips…

With girlie time… 

With full beach days… 

With love ❤️

And despite the storms that continue to test me, I come out. Stronger. Calmer. More ready than ever to learn and embrace. 

Dear Reader, I encourage you to look inward. 

Look inside your heart. Are you happy? Or are things just fine? 

This is an important time in our lives. This is a crucial moment. 

If you are not there, at peace or with joy in your life, look inward again. 

Paint your life on a canvas in your mind…

…And with every step you to take, let it be the strokes of colour taking form. 

Watch the beauty of your own creation flourish before your eyes. 

Nymphaea 🧚‍♀️🪷

The sound of a cork landing on a roof across street from our grand apartment.

The feeling of a dream coming true and being a special as I hoped it would be. 

Hearing the words that tell me I am leaving the right foot steps.

Sitting among the butterflies, in a garden I made for myself. 

Fighting for what I want and emerging victorious, against all odds. 

Finding light in the dark and surrounding myself with the love available to me.

Surrendering to the change in the tide and embracing the new strokes across the water. 

Returning to my familiar places and feeling a new warmth where I used to feel so cold.

Squeezing in one more adventure, deeply aware that for a reason at the time unbeknownst, it would be my last like it for many cycles. 

In the depths of the ocean and the thickness of the forest, a beauty awakes. 

Dancing and flowing in the lushness of friendship, a new form unfolds. Mother Earth gives me the kiss of life, as the metamorphosis begins.

Wandering in a group and touching the flames of connection, its clarity marking the way to a net in which to catch me.

My mind dancing with the stars and singing the colours as I touch the truth. I see a new reflection and somewhere inside, I understand.

Surrounded by family and wanting nothing more.

One last dance at midnight, but the snake already left the lotus.

Returning to the rain pouring, cooling, cleansing. As I try to hold the droplets, I gradually realise they were never meant to be held. And I let go.

The thorns climbing my legs as the petals grow thicker. 

Wading through the shallows before.

Then it is there. The most beautiful waterfall I have seen.

That of hopes and dreams, past and present, showing the endless flow of abundant love. 

My loved ones beside me, reminicing, laughing, singing. Precious moments, each as golden as its predisesor.

So many memories of a year so different from recent ones. The turning point. The preparation. 

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Dear Reader, I remind you to walk every step with purpose, no matter what that may be.

Take the time you are given as a gift and enjoy it.

Touch the stars with your mind. Feel the peace with your heart. 

Be the leading character in this romance novel with the Universe. 

Allow your spirit to wander, connect and be ✨ 

Painting a Sunflower 🌻

Dear Reader, 

How are you? Where are you? 

Where is your soul today? 

Are you reminiscing the cool Winter Christmas markets, switching on the festive lights, drinking mulled wine, hunting for the perfect ham to roast? 🎄 

Or are you like me, fending off the sudden change in temperature, the blanket of warmth on my skin, finding ways to adapt to festivities in a warm country, once again 🌞 

It's been a long time since my last letter 💌 

And for good reason. Some of you will read this with a subtle smile, others will find out in some moons. 

All is well. 

The birds are singing, the wind is blowing, the plants are growing. 

My heart stretches to those in Asia who are suffering from some of the worst floods in years. I look at these familiar places and long for the soft embrace of the magical ambiance, only to be found in that part of the world. 

Reminded, that whilst you are a beaming sunflower embracing the colours of warmth, there are others with equal strength, fighting against the tormenting winds of discourse. 

There goes that cycle. 

Hoping that those who are in their darker moments feel the petals of a golden flower soon🌻 

Finding light 🕯️

Just like the Diwali celebrations, which seems so far away in the past now. 

After a special dance and a great feast. 

Whilst buds quietly grow inside🪴 

Appreciating the opportunities... Where something is lost, there is always more to be found. 

Sometimes, you have to get creative 🎨 

Remember you can always start a new blank canvas, at any moment you choose 🖌️ 

Paint the stem a different colour this time... 

Next week, I will receive my first visitors to my Melting Pot. 

I'm filled with gratitude, to know that I exist in life at this time, with these people and these opportunities. 

Take a second, dear Reader, to be grateful. 

Just as we realise how wonderful the painting is, the clouds roll on and it changes into something else. 

Each moment, unique. 

Each breath, your reminder, that you live. 

The Sun Inside 🌞

Hello Dear Reader,

It's been some time since we last spoke. How are you? What sounds do hear around you? How has the sunlight felt on your skin these past days? ☀️ 

September was a long and eventful month. The days in Paris, Venice and Northern Ireland feel like a lifetime ago. 

Paris was wonderful, as it always is. A place you love or hate. And I made sure the people I was with loved every second. 

We visited the familiar creperies, gazed upon the mesmorizing stained glass of La Saint Chapelle and were treated to some much needed sunshine, in what was of course supposed to be Summer... 

And as you would expect, I made sure to indulge in one of the best pastries in the world, the infamous Escargot Chocolat Pistache 💚 🤎 well worth the 20 minute wait for the fresh batch...

And of course, we made sure to experience the night life, seeing the beautiful Parisien Skyline in the best way. Along with more great food.

And I got to catch up with my wonderful Basque friend, and as per tradition, I forgot to take a photo. 

She's a lady who has seen me the past two years around the same point in summer, but in every way different, year upon year. And I hope that her new adventure will also continue to blossom 🌸 

After spending time the glorious Buttes Chaumont and Jardins de Luxembourg, I felt refreshed, despite it being a very different playground this time round 🌳

But I knew that the new adventure would be a dream come true. After two of my closest had gone and left me behind, I was ready to see this infamous city, and to do it with romance, well that was a true bonus 💕

There was copious amounts of gelato consumed: pear, cheese, melon and of pistachio. Reminding me of why Italy is just so darn fabulous 🍨 

And of course, when you're forced to choose a birthday present, being in Italy is the best place to find anything leather, anything chic and unique 😍

And it's the perfect place to wear your best 🤍 

The trip was filled with a respectable amount of Aperol Spritz, a healthy portion of pizza and pasta and many steps to work it all off. 

It was an adorable little place and honestly not as touristy as I'd been led to believe. It has gained a negative reputation in recent years for being overcrowded, but I have to say that its charm won me over. 

The gondolas were far too expensive, but seeing them bobbing in the water, awaiting a wealthy tourist enamoured enough to splurge, indeed make for a lovely picture of serene romance. 

I was so happy to have visited, finally. And a little sad to leave, and to no longer have the opportunity to speak Italian, which I love to do so much 🇮🇹

Getting to Northern Ireland was long and arduous, involving a stop in Edinburgh airport, which felt like going back in time 40 years. Where agressive staff dissuaded me and my fellow travellers from ever revisiting. 

Arriving home in a taxi full of Mauritians messed with my head. 

Do you know what it feels like when all of your friends come from different parts of the world and different chapters of your existence? Then they overlap and you feel like you're entering the twilight zone. 

The extra people benefitted my parents wonderfully. Treating them to traditional creole cuisine, having so much laughter and helpers around. 

And then a reunion with my best friend and her beautiful family 💜

What's more, we got to celebrate my parents' anniversary, which I never really get to do. 

It was great to be back. And as usual, I didn't want to leave. The longer and the further I'm away, the more I want to be there, the more I feel nostalgia and miss 'home". Even though it never really felt like that when I was there. Maybe it's just the people ☺️

So as I look back on the adventures, I smile. At how much I learned. 

That I truly am a free spirit and no matter how much I love being around people, I will always need alone time for the soul 🪷 

That I often carry too much, that in spite of the yoga, the good practices and the appearance of being calm and mellow, I don't always reflect those qualities, and I often forget to just be. 

Lastly, that I am vulnerable. I am human and I know pain. And that may never leave. 

But maybe, just maybe, if I keep allowing the Universe to fill my heart with all the positive things out there, there will no longer be room to feel those sad things. 

Here's to the reminders of what's important. Whenever and wherever you least expect it. And from the people you never knew could be so special 🫂 

Finding Something New...

Once upon a time, a young Irish girl took a trip to a big city. 

She had visited there twice before, and had enjoyed being a tourist, as well as celebrating a very special event in a Loved One's life.

This time, she went back for another reason. To be alone. It was the first time she had explored by herself. 

A stepping stone. 

She used the time to find something new. And she continued to do so in every place she ever visited and revisited in the future. 

Arriving in our hotel in London, we were all stiff and sleepy from the long drive. The staff were nice, and they had free tea bags, which made up for the fact that you had to access the room through miniature stairs, whilst hauling the Mauritians' 21-day wardrobe. 

Thankfully, the lovely Dasha accompanied me to drop off the car, and I was able to take her on the infamous Thameslink to return 🚂 

We met my friends for dinner, and had traditionally disgusting English pub food. 

But seeing a couple from an old life, combined with my crew from my new island life, as well as a girl I met jumping out of an airplane - well it doesn't get any more random. I was filled with joy, once again. 

So, for context, Mauritians are thrifty as hell. At least the ones I spend my time with are. Meaning, when I described Primark, they were 100% game. 

It also meant a 90 minute visit to the Flagship store and one member of our party (not me) bring 35 items into the fitting room. 

Yes, Primark is great. And I won't have anyone tell me that there is a better place to buy pyjamas. Which I of course did do. 

Much to the disappointment of my refined amigo, George. The man with the best hair in England, who also happens to know the top spots in London's Chinatown. 

♥️

I adored our time together, and wish that we would have had more.

Our final day in London was great, because the sun came out. Just as we happened to pass by the Natural History Museum. 

I was filled with the happy memories of visiting with my dad, so many years ago, and the revisits, as it's just such a cool place 🦖 

The next stop was Harrods, where someone decided to leave me unattended in the chocolate section. I was lost to a pistachio-induced trance, as I wandered aimlessly up and down each isle, trying to decide which extortionately overpriced pistachio flavoured delight I would part with my money for 💚 

I backed out at the last second, hearing my Grandad's voice screaming that it was too expensive. But then Stéphane saved the day and bought me 4 luxury dates, which totalled £15!!!!! I mean they were incredible, but still. That's 15 items in Poundland...

A trip to England would not be complete without a special visit from the Greatest Hungarian of all time. 

As usual I felt her aura before she stepped through the door. 

And I was also lucky enough to meet another friend, who had once formed part of an impromptu women's circle, all those moons ago, in Ubud. Do you recall, Dear Reader?

No photos from that night so here we are earlier this year in her new village life 🏡 

Before it even began, our London stint was over. 

Due to the worst UX ever, Flixbus told us that our bus was departing 30 minutes early, so we gallivanted across London with our luggage, powering through the crowds at Victoria Bus Station, only to discover that this was indeed, not the case.

After departing promptly, we commenced our long journey to Amsterdam. Unfortunately, this included a night ferry ride, which made the Mauritians very unwell. I made the most of the free stuff of course, as I felt fine. 

Arriving in Amsterdam, I wasn't so excited, as I have been there three times now. 

The last was my birthday, three years ago. But the company wasn't great. 

This time, I found something new ✨ 

We had the most gorgeous appartement, and after doing what everyone does there, we went off in search of something sweet. After following the scent of free cheese, we found this bad boy: 

And after more gateaux, we ate the best fries that have ever been created - with truffle sauce on top. I am salivating just thinking about them. 

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As I am a big hippy inside and have now had some notable experience in the realms of psychedelics, I decided to take a solo trip to spend some time with the Big Guy. 

After being humbled, I flew through the stars and was presented with exactly what I needed. Thanks Universe ✨💫

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That night, I ate the biggest pizza I have ever seen. I won't share a photo, as I look how you would expect someone who's just come down from a 6 hour trip. 

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After having been apprehensive about going to Amsterdam, I feel that in some ways, I may have got the most out of that trip (no pun intended). 

I was reminded that in each place, with every person in all the individual moments of our lives, there is something new to be found. Nothing is ever the same twice. That's the nature of Impermanence. That's the beauty of life.