16 & 17 May 2025
100 days away from home…
It’s almost hard to believe that I left South Africa and everyone I love over three months ago. Looking back over everything that’s happened since then, it feels like I’ve lived a few lifetimes — yet at other times, it feels like I blinked and barely a moment passed.
After those back-to-back snorkeling trips, my body needed deep rest. Yesterday was spent mostly sleeping and gently helping out at reception. This island still feels like an enchanted dream, and every day it settles me more — a peace takes root, and gratitude blooms again and again.
And as if things weren’t magical enough, two stray kittens have claimed Juita as their home — and all of us as their humans. I miss my own kittens more than I let on… there’s a little hollow space in my heart reserved for their purrs. But Bibi and Sisi are filling that void beautifully.
Bibi, the more playful of the two, is delightfully mischievous. She charms every guest — it’s not uncommon to hear giggles across the deck as she dives between flip-flops or chases invisible butterflies.
Sisi, in contrast, is delicate and still healing. Malnourished and abandoned, she’s been fragile — but with food, love, and safety, she’s slowly beginning to thrive.
It’s an honor to witness.
And in the gentle rhythm of this place, I’ve fallen in love with the stillness I now make space for each afternoon. Around sunset, I walk to my favorite spot at the far end of the beach, a pocket of untouched jungle and elemental presence. No music. No guided tracks. Just silence. Just being.
There, I feel the presence of my Lemurian elders — watching over me, holding me, transmitting sacred codes. I sit in stillness and allow their wisdom to flow into my heart. I feel myself dissolve into the ocean, sand, sun, birdsong, wind, and ancient knowing.
And then she appears.
A water dragon — shimmering golden scales kissed with turquoise light. She rises playfully from the ocean, wrapping herself around me in a dance of remembrance. Her presence is powerful but soft — ancient but playful. She reminds me that this world holds many layers of forgotten frequency, and we are only beginning to remember.
Dragons may be “mythical” to many…
But to some of us, they are guardians of new earth memory, and very, very real.
In the spaces between all this magic, I’ve also been reflecting on all the creative choices I’ve made during the RCP course — and how each one has gently been carving the path to a life I truly love.
Which is why I wasn’t completely surprised — but definitely thrilled — when Jasmin messaged me today to say that I’ve been accepted as a volunteer at 12 Monks in Goa!
I am overjoyed. This opportunity is not just aligned — it feels hand-designed by the universe. Not only will I volunteer, but we’ll explore the possibility of me hosting retreats, workshops, and healing events.
It’s the exact vision that’s been blooming in my heart for weeks now.
And as if the universe wasn’t already throwing glitter on everything —
I received another surprise:
One of my closest soul family members from back home has decided to join me in India later this year.
He was meant to follow a different path — Dubai, Qatar, somewhere safe and stable. But it seems the universe has different plans. Something deeper is awakening. We’re all being summoned back to our blueprints, realigned with the sacred purpose we chose before coming into this life.
The threads are coming together.
And I feel ready. So ready.
To step into it fully.
