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I used to get this whole manifestation thing wrong

I used to get this whole manifestation thing wrong. Okay, let’s be honest, we can also say, I butchered it.
 Because for the longest time, I thought it worked like this:

You just wish really, really hard … to the point where you feel it in every fiber of your being (or vibrate at a higher frequency, whatever that means) – and then the universe would deliver your heart’s desire. 💫☀️🎁

Maybe not on your schedule, but eventually.

Like UPS, but with cosmic delays.

What I didn’t quite get is this:
 Manifestation isn’t about wishing harder. 🙏 It’s about being what you want.

Want love? Be love. Give love. (Don’t sit at home like the Grinch, glaring out the window for Prince Charming to accidentally trip over your doormat.)

Want money? Give value. To others. And yes, give generously. 
Want help? Help someone else first.

I think it comes down tothis: The universe isn’t a genie. It’s more like a mirror.

So stop wishing, start being. This is when the magic starts.

#manifestation #universe #travel

Big shoutout to all the beautiful souls who showed

Big shoutout to all the beautiful souls who showed up at 6:30 AM for my guided beach meditation session – despite the parties that went on the night before and the full social calendars.

You chose presence over the snooze button – and that’s powerful. 🙏
 Thank you for trusting me to guide your morning, and most of all for showing up for yourself. 🌅🧘‍♀️💛💪

Much love to @vietnamnomadfest and @yossi_fisher for creating the space for moments like this.

#findyourstillness #beachmeditation #mindfulmornings #meditationmadeeasy #lifegoesom #vietnamnomadfest2025

Every moment teaches us something, right? The pas

Every moment teaches us something, right?

The past few months in Mexico have been packed with these little (and sometimes not-so-little) lessons.

And as I get ready to move on, I’d like to take a moment to say: Gracias, from the bottom of my heart. ❤️

So, here’s what I learned to understand.

🌿 Details matter. A lot.  It’s the little things that reveal everything. And yes, you can trust your gut. If something feels off, it probably is. Like, when you stumble off a 20-hour journey and… no one even offers you water? 🚩 (Hello, property manager who’s just in it for the money.) Or when someone keeps making plans but constantly cancels. At some point, you have to ask: Why am I wasting my energy on flakey people?!   👀 When you think you know it all, find 3 things you don’t.  I’ve been to this same place in Mexico over and over. So naturally, I started thinking, Been there, done that, know it all. But man, nothing could be further from the truth! One day, while walking down the street, I stopped looking down at my feet and started looking up. And suddenly, I saw so many things I’d never noticed before. A tree with blossoms. A fat little bird chilling on the electrical wire. A hidden mural. Lesson learned: Life is always ready to show you something new – if you’re open to seeing it. Stay curious. Always.

💫 3. Show up for your life and your dreams. Especially on the hard days.  We all have those not-so-great days and “OMG-the-world-is-moving-too-fast-for-me” moments. And sure, I could hide under the covers and eat so much chocolate and gummy bears until I feel sick (guilty as charged). Or… I could make a pact with myself to show up for myself – and do something that does me good.

Like … going for that walk. Taking that yoga class. Calling that friend. Reading a book with ZERO screen time …. What I am saying is: Whatever it is you do for yourself, you will never, ever regret it.  
Mexico, you’ve been real. On to the next adventure. ✈️ 
What’s life been teaching you lately? Happy to hear about it in the comments! 👇💬

Can you overdose on cacao? 🧐 Short answer: Yes

Can you overdose on cacao? 🧐

Short answer: Yes. 👍 And it doesn´t feel pretty. 🤢🤮

I have done quite a few cacao ceremonies in the past.

I like that stuff. Also, the setting is alwaya nice: the chanting, the singing, you get to meet like minded people.

Some folks hit the bars and clubs. I like to worship the base of chocolate . 😀

Cacao is supposed to open your heart and give you that cozy, love-filled glow - like chocolate, but without the sugar rush.

So, for the new moon, I found myself at yet another ceremony in the jungle.

Usually, the cacao (we are talking 100 % cacao, with a slightly bitter taste) doesn’t do much to me. Yeah, it is warm. It smells great. It makes you feel good. Nothing crazy.

But this time … different story.

First, I got the sweats. Then, nausea hit me. Not instantly. No, cacao is sneaky. It hit me in the car ride home.

First, I thought: „Ugh, I am car sick again“. It happens a lot to me.

The symptoms usually disappear within minutes after I exit the vehicle.

Not this time.

I felt nauseous all night and all next day. Full-blown I-drank-too-much-last-night-but-it-wasn’t-alcohol hangover.

How much did I have?

Well, the ceremonial dose is around 40 g. But there was extra. So obviously, I had a second round. And some cacao beans to nibble on. Because why not?

Well… this is why not.

Turns out, theobromine (cacao’s active ingredient) is all fun and games until it isn’t. Also, cacao is a diuretic. Which means if you don’t drink enough water, you will get a headache and feel like a raisin the next day. Guess who forgot to hydrate? 🙋‍♀️

Lesson learned: cacao is plant medicine. And like any medicine, take it mindfully. Not like me. 😆 #cacaoceremony #cacao #riveramaya #travelblog #spiritualgrowth

Yes, follow traffic laws.🚦👮But sometimes you

Yes, follow traffic laws.🚦👮But sometimes you don’t know whose. 🤷‍♀️Everything is organized - just not in a way you’d expect. Seatbelts? Indicators? Gravity? It’s all about improvising. 😀But one way or another you will get there. 💯

Yesterday, there was an earthquake. It hit with

Yesterday, there was an earthquake.

It hit with the magnitude of 7.6, shaking the Caribbean Sea 200 km off the Cayman Islands.

Yet it was not directly in my area, I felt it. In my apartment, here in Mexico.

I was getting ready for a birthday party when suddenly the floor started vibrating.

At first I thought: “Wow, do the downstairs neighbors have a faulty washing machine tumbling? Or did someone just slam a door really hard?”

But after 10 seconds, I realized: This wasn’t the neighbors.

This was the earth shaking.

And I quickly understood how little I knew about what to do.

Where do you find shelter?

The only thing I could remember was to stand in a doorframe. So I did.

Then, as quickly as it had started, it was over.

Nothing happened, the building was intact. The whole town good. Life was resumed.

Yet, I began to understand how quickly the things that seemed urgent just a minute ago (charging my phone, worrying about some new grey hairs, updating my new meditation website) can all became meaningless.

If the world as you know it collapses, so does your to-do list.

And when the earth shifts, it sets other things in motion too.

20 minutes later a guy in my building had a heart attack.

There was chaos outside my door. Calls for help. Ambulance sirens. Oxygen masks. Injections. His wife crying. I started to tear up too, because you could feel her pain. Emotions are contagious, happy ones just as much as sad ones.

His skin looked grey. He was carried out in a stretcher, still in his swimming shorts.

He didn’t make it.

The tragedy? He had just arrived in the morning. I had seen him lying in a hammock on the rooftop, drinking a beer with his family, making plans for the coming days.

They were starting their holidays.

So, I guess yesterday was a reminder: The ground beneath us feels steady - until it isn’t. Some shifts happen beneath our feet. Others, within us.

Either way, nothing is quite the same afterwards, is it?

🎉✨ When girls get together, it’s not just g

🎉✨ When girls get together, it’s not just glitter and glam – it’s a full-on support system that comes with loyalty and encouragement. And yes... we smashed the hell out of a piñata. Huge shoutout to birthday queen Bella for bringing all the amazing ladies together for a night of laughter and good talks.

This is the time of year when everyone posts about

This is the time of year when everyone posts about all the amazing things they did in 2024.

🥳 Yay 🎉 for the good times.

But let’s keep it real for a minute, okay?
Not everything goes as planned.

For every high, there’s a bunch of lows – a hidden series of crappy events that hardly anyone sees (mainly because we don’t want other people to see them).

2024 was a real mixed bag.

💔I experienced heartbreak. Not once, but twice. And yup, both times with the same guy. Why? Because I didn’t stick to my guns and boundaries when I should have. Lesson learned: Trust what someone does, not just what they say or think out loud.

💻Also, I lost my main writing gig as a freelancer. The magazine I was working for was taken off the market. When I talked to my mom the other day, sharing my “How will I make an income?” concerns, I realized: Over 90% of the publications I’ve written for as a journalist have been discontinued. Journalism is a dying profession, especially with AI taking the world by storm. So, my line of work definitely won’t carry me to retirement (this is when people say: I should’ve picked a more stable career path 🤷‍♀️😀). I knew all that, but this year it became a lot more real.

Still, when times have gotten tough in the past, this was also when wonderful things happened. So, let’s see. ✨

I am not alone in this. We all have had bumps on the road: losing loved ones, health challenges, career setbacks. And the thing is: If we let the setbacks define us, all the amazing things that happened in 2024 would get overshadowed. And trust me, there were more great things than bad ones.

I made some great new friends this year (ladies👸👸🏽, you know who you are. And yes, you’re stuck with me now).
Also, I wrapped up my meditation teacher training and it gave me so much more than just a certificate to stick on my wall. It opened a whole new world inside me, one I didn’t even know existed. 🧘🏼

And I spent weeks happily messing around in a pottery studio in Thailand and creating some really cool stuff.
So thank you 2024 for everything. And hello 2️⃣0️⃣2️⃣5️⃣! I am ready for your magic. Let‘s do this! 💫✨

I once came across a statistic that stuck with me.

I once came across a statistic that stuck with me.

It wasn’t about money, success, or how many steps I should be taking each day.

It was about something much deeper: It was about the things we cherish and traditions we take for granted – and how finite they really are.

Take Christmas 🎄for example. How many more will I celebrate in my lifetime? Maybe 35, if I’m lucky. ✨That’s it.

Summers? The same story. Just a few dozen more chances to feel the warm breeze on my skin. ☀️

And books? 📚The average reader finishes about 500 in a lifetime. For me, that might mean 250 books more – maybe fewer.

So which ones will I choose? Which stories are worth my time? Which pages can I leave unread? Because, let’s face it, we can’t read everything.

I guess that’s what life comes down to: the art of choosing. Every Christmas, every summer, every book is a decision. And while we can’t have it all, we can choose the best of what’s in front of us.

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