28 November 2025
It’s been a minute since I’ve posted anything — since I’ve even sat down and opened my laptop or my blog. As the old saying goes, even the best-laid plans can unravel… even when we’re fully trusting the universe to bring us exactly what we need.
My last full diary entry was on 6–7 August. Since then, life has been intensely terrible and wonderful all at the same time. My volunteering position at the hostel turned into a complete disaster. I flew home, reconnected with friends and family, and tied up loose ends I didn’t even know needed closure. Then I returned to Goa at the end of October, to find more rain and no sunshine…
I’ve learned a few more difficult lessons, faced deeper layers of myself that weren’t always pleasant to acknowledge. I’ve crossed paths with new starseeds, and I’ve had to rethink every part of who I am becoming and what I’m doing here.
(More in-depth entries on all these chapters to follow…)
Now, finally, the sun has returned. Monsoon has move on to drier lands. A magical world has appeared around me. I drift between the 1960s and the present, instantly understanding why the hippies were drawn to this little pocket of Goa. I feel them during the most hypnotizing sunsets — their laughter, their freedom, their barefoot rebellion dancing through my awareness.
I’ve been searching for a word bigger than gratitude — something vast enough to hold what I feel in my heart. Because what do you do when you realize that so many of your dreams have already come true?
No, I may not have every single thing I ever imagined. But right now, I am as close to a picture-perfect world as I could have asked for.
Is the universe still challenging me? YES!! Absolutely. I’ve been pushed to peel away even more layers, face more fears, release more old patterns, and develop new skills I didn’t know I needed.
And of course — stepping into my authenticity as priestess and teacher will always include acknowledging how much more there is to learn.
In this unfolding, I’ve started seeing the difference between true freedom and rebelling against boundaries, between spiritual discipline and the chaos disguised as “I can be everything.” I’ve had to stand face-to-face with myself and make choices that separate me from blending into the crowd — choices that anchor me into who I now know I could never not be.
A new path is unfurling in front of me. For once, I’m simply allowing it — one step at a time — sharing this journey with those who are ready to hear, ready to grow, and ready to join in as we weave heaven into earth.
