Dear Reader,
I come to you, once again, from the soft white sand of Mont Choisy 🤍
A place of calm, where I've meditated much over the past weeks.
Where oh so recently, I was finally fully reunited with my magic ✨
Yes.
The past weeks have been strange.
So beautiful, so loving.
But always with an underlying sense of darkness.
Perhaps the elections taking place here and elsewhere.
Possibly memories resurfacing of moments better forgotten.
Maybe a reluctance to allow myself to feel the warmth and kindness available to me.
There is so much fixation in this world on identity, belonging. Ensuring that people know we pertain to this set of beliefs or qualities over another.
That we are flawed. We have a mental illness, a physical ailment, something in our past, a thing, or many, which we choose to define us.
And it is a choice.
I'm a digital nomad. I'm a yogi. I'm a traveler 🌏🧘♀️✈️
But over the last few months, I've stayed in Mauritius, I've worked out in the gym more than practicing long yoga sessions, and I've embraced only one country.
What does this make me?
I have no true home. I don't even have a house. Nor a car, nor anything worth a few hundred pounds...
...But as I wander, my feet tingle as I feel every speck of sand on my soles.
I shiver as the ocean first strokes my toes when I walk along the shore.
My legs take the form of powerful trees as I push myself in the gym whilst my glutes hold out for one more set...
...I nurture the sense of power I feel travelling down my arms, when out of nowhere, my hands are once again holding that ball of energy and controlling every sound and movement around me 💜
When those I love offer me kind words of support, soft embraces and gentles kisses to my soul.
The kundalini serpent sliding up my spine, to my eye, allowing me to see I'm not alone. I never have been, and I never will.
Remembering, earlier this year when the sky danced, the mountains glistened, the waves roared.
When I have loved, and been loved.
We need not identify ourselves any more. There's just one collective, and we are the fragments which make it whole.
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As I say goodbye to Pointe au Canonniers, I take a minute to appreciate how lucky I am, to have such wonderful hosts in Radha and Michael, to have such a great gym nearby, where my red fody cheers me on, to have the best cheese shop in the Indian ocean, practically at my doorstep... And to have met, yet again, such a wonderful group of girls through yoga with Adrienne 🤍
Most specially, to have been here at a time where someone else was close by, at the right moment, allowing us to start a beautiful adventure together ❤️
Pray for me, Dear Reader, as I will be in the gloomy Curepipe over the next few weeks, but with the power of the universe flowing freely once again 🖤
And stay tuned... Because in one month, the time has finally come. I'll be in India 😉🇮🇳
...Until then, love your inner self, Dear Reader, because nothing else really matters ✨
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