09/05/2026
The last two weeks felt so special that I still don’t fully have words for them....
Somewhere during these days I realized that so much of what I created, how I hold people, how I organize retreats, how I move through relationships and work now, is the result of almost 20 years of inner work, healing, mistakes, heartbreak, learning, therapy, supervision, conversations, love, grief, and slowly learning how to feel safe inside my own body.
In Mallorca I could suddenly see all these pieces come together.
Not only in the beauty of the experience, the flowers on the table, the slow breakfasts, sunsets, candles, mountains, and the feeling of being held by nature, but also in the depth of the work itself. In how deeply I can sit with people. How unafraid I became of pain, grief, trauma, tenderness, truth. How much capacity I built over the years to hold both my own emotions and the emotions of others without turning away.
And I think people feel that.
Because when someone feels truly met, truly safe, truly held, something begins to soften naturally. Sometimes even within just a few days together.
Watching people leave softer, more alive, more connected to themselves after only a short time together continues to move me deeply. Every time I receive messages later saying “something shifted in me” or “I came back different,” I sit there quietly in awe.
And then, right after Mallorca, I returned again into the world of European youth work and international spaces, this time as an invited expert speaking on a panel about trauma and resilience. These spaces once felt like home and safety for younger versions of me, and to come back now, after so many years of trauma healing work, and bring what I learned back to colleagues, friends, and the field itself, felt deeply meaningful.
I feel tired beyond words. There is still so much to process and integrate. But at the same time I feel incredibly grateful.
These two weeks felt a little dreamlike. And my heart is very, very full. ✨💞🥹
23/04/2026