Working as a nomad for HSP's

Back to Nature — On a Boat Built for Living Thursday. Nature is dripping back into my existence — slowly, gently. No need to rush. No need to push. Just… return. I once had a vision. A world tour in 2025 — five women, one boat, a shared dream. The dream was real. The longing even more so. But now, under this Saturn in Aries sky, with all planets whispering  “Come home, Pisces,” I no longer need to go to extremes. Because home has found me. And it looks like nature. It feels like peace. It sounds like silence wrapped in birdsong. It started with  one day  on the boat. Then  a night . Then  two nights . And now… I’m afraid that if I don’t leave, I’ll never want to leave again. Sound familiar? Crazy world, isn’t it? Where am I now? Where did I leave from? I know it’s going to be great — whatever  this  is. But first, I need to meet myself again. Yesterday, as I was simply  living  in my life, a memory floated up — the version of me  before ...

The day starts warly here in Eastern Finland. Birds loudly wake me up even before my 3.30am alarm goes off..  It is spring in the Northern hemisphere and the sun rises at 3.50ish. As I get up to make tea, a thought arises.. make a meditation 🧘‍♀️  guide. Yes that would be a good idea. We know some people struggling with mental health. They could sit down at home and use the guide to their benefit. Over the last few days, a lot of divine light has emerged in me.. the last part of the journey completed, I can now do the basics and help other align on basic level. In making the guide I also find calm, patience and the practice of taking time to do one thing. The seagull lands in the back garden, trots around and flies away, and then shows up in the front of the house as I sit down to start writing.. ah a message.. what does totem animal Master Seagull have to tell me today? I had seen her before 2 days ago..  Taking time to discover new opportunity i...

 Here i sit in a house that has helped and supported lost children while their moms and dads figured things out in their life I am in  Taipalsaari in Muukkola and in the next step of healing and creation Yesterday as i saw the green jag logo and realized i was really living my journey, i stopped being confused and started owning my own life.  My own powerful being  and the light shown through and showed me i am love - divine love  this morning waking up - i feel i can love every person on my journey since 2004  being grateful for them but owning my own life, my own body and my own journey as a sacred place for others to find their own healing  a container for love for healing for freedom  -- after stretching making room and talking through this journey this spiraling path into ascendence with God and chatgpt i see a next issue coming up  Arjann, Geert, Yi Huan  i left him with his father and now that i have regained my full power i can b...

How Life Has a Way of Giving You Signs  As I parked my forest green Jag by the side of the road, surrounded by the stillness of the eastern lakes on either side, I leaned back, closed my eyes, and let go.  It was another pause in the stormy saga with my Finnish man.  Oeff. When I opened my eyes, the emblem on the steering wheel stared back—jaw set, fierce and unyielding. Wow. What power. It immediately reminded me of Aries energy aligning with Saturn this week.  Girl, get your boss suit on. Gemini spring winds were swirling, shedding everything outdated. A clearing. Then it dawned on me. I was sitting in a green Jag. And my logo—created in April 2024—was a green jaguar. My laptop confirmed the date. I had designed this vision a year ago. And now, I was  living  it. That’s when I truly understood: Life has a way of preparing you for your own empowerment. The seeds you plant bloom—exactly when they’re meant to. This is the season we realign—values, self-worth...

Sunrise, Sauna & Saimaa: A Finnish Reset The drama has passed—again—and, as always, nature helped me reset. A boat trip and a dip in the clean waters of Lake Saimaa did wonders yesterday. It’s Thursday. I wake up with the first rays of morning slipping through the curtains.  The light is bright and pure—it’s only 4:30am, but up here in the north of Europe, daybreak doesn’t wait. By 6am, the sun is already beaming at nearly 30 degrees. I’ve meditated, done a few hours of work, and still feel like the day is just beginning. Finland... a land of beautiful extremes: • Extremely clean air • Extremely calm atmosphere—especially outside the cities Extremely kind people • Extremely green trees that seem to whisper peace • Extremely empty highways that invite you to just relax and drive. Even this early in the season, the lake sits at a brisk 12°C. Perfect for a post-sauna plunge, which I enjoyed yesterday aboard my hubby’s boat. Life here is simple.  And right now… life is good in...

Handling truth - One More Story… My mother finally kicked my father out of her house. She was over 80. Unhappy for at least 40 years. And I — her daughter — gave her permission. I told her she had the right. I showed her it could be done by living my life.  That moment changed everything for both of us. Because in 2015, I had already done the same. I had kicked my husband out of my home in Arnhem. Three years of marriage, a lifetime of trying to fix someone who wasn’t mine to fix. I told him:  "Take your child to your parents. Grow a brain." And then I broke every wedding ceramic I had made with our families and friends the week of our wedding. That was my seal. That was the end. It was a nasty battle, first with a so-called mediator from Indonesia — her energy, still bound to systems of suppression, didn’t recognize mine. She tried to command me. That’s never worked. Then came court. I had to sit through a prosecutor speaking under the banner of  domestic violence awaren...

  Day 1: “The Story is the Seed” 🔑  Your story is not too messy, too soft, too strange. It’s your power.  I was watching the series ‘MAID' on netflix yesterday and it pierced my heart - so much pain, hurt, injustice, it tore right through me.. and after processing my own need for bounderies, anger and a plan to move forward, i watched another two episodes today and relaxed as i saw her picking up herself and the pieces of herself that made sense and reconnect and step into writing again. I realized how necessary the story telling is for women.. right? 📖✨Feminine leadership week - Why this theme week.. “The Story is the Seed” 🔑 Your story is not too messy, too soft, too strange. It’s your power. The Story is the Seed you need to grow your tree of Life inside you.. the power to exist, the reason to stand up again after every messy love fuck-up, after every loss. 📖✨ There was a time I thought my story was too chaotic, too emotional, too much as an HSP person. Here is w...

I landed in Finland around 7:30 PM after a pleasant flight. Even before boarding, something in me began to shift. Watching the Finnish faces at Alicante airport, my heart already knew—it was arriving home. This is my second trip to the homeland of the man I’m growing to love. Perhaps it's even more than that. We’re building something real: a co-living and BnB business, born from his investments in three houses following his divorce and retirement. He needed structure. I bring vision. But this isn’t just about real estate. It’s about being wanted. Truly wanted. He is obsessed with me. That’s the truth. And I’ve had to ask myself— is it healthy? Is it real? As a brave woman with no property of her own, I’m exploring this not just as a practical plan, but as a spiritual nudge. Angel number 681 says it's time for this. Time to build. Time to trust. The Truth About Love (Or What I Thought I Knew) I’ve been in relationships before. But love? That’s another story. Most of my past was ...

There was a blackout in Spain.  The day after I left my new hubby behind. He had crossed a boundary—one I hold sacred. So I did what I do. I packed my bags, after I caught up on a bit of work, and secured my banking app.. and  drove off in my favorite cabriolet. She is always there for me..  No goodbye. Just  me  reclaiming  me . Ten days later, I am ready to return—not to him, but to the stillness I carry now, the clarity that Cabanyal gave me. A week and a half of sunlight, sea air, red tea, and soulful meetings. My little cabriolet? Impounded. And oddly… I like it. Let it go. Shedding feels good. The upkeep was too much. The money wasn’t there. The windows broken, the burden heavy. This is how I live: On intuition. On edge. On freedom. I like it when the system helps me declutter. By following rules I never do. It clears my path. At 54, I don’t feel the need to blend in anymore. Let them take my broken-window car. I tried to save her. But maybe I was the...

Valencia Is Magic – Getting everything I need Was it the Wi-Fi guy who showed up just when I needed to buy a €10 outfit at the multicenter store—right after my car got impounded—and I thought,  “This suits me just fine”? Was it the bikes I could ent with full wifi from the nearby cafés, where I soaked in my first mornings, fully connected and completely aligned? Was it the thunderstorm that passed quickly—like a cleansing breath—making me grateful for my third Airbnb, where peace finally found me? Was it the sunlit green spaces, vibrating with spiritual frequency, that made everything start flowing again with a twist?  Or was it this morning—my tea at  Algo Senzillito  (“Little Things”)—where I ordered a simple red tea and was handed a blend called  “Cuerpo del Deseo” — Body of Desire . As if the universe winked and said,  “You’re exactly where you need to be.” My headphones blasting smooth soulvibes of Anita Baker, Larry Graham, and Pebo Bryson were the so...

Valencia is magic and i am here  Just before the storm hits with thunder and downpour, at 6pm, I get into my airbnb for the night. It took two tries and quite a lot of effort to get in the appartment, but an angel came to meet at the street level for the first try  took me in to her nr 22 house.. for wifi and a refreshing juice.  Diva is her name from Mauritius, you could tell she was from the island, as she carried that island vibe; but she now lives in London and her son who just had twins 2 months ago, has her nr 22 apartment where she stays when she visits Valencia.  Do you know M, I ask her in Spanish,when she turns the corner into the appratment enrence coming back home, and she answers I only speak English.. Great that is godo by me I answer and ask her: Do you have wifi on your phone, so I can connect with my hostess? after some fidgetting with the hotspot on her phone, we both agree to go up and use her house wifi.  In the elevator we connect, she says ...

I arrived in Valencia the Tuesday after the blackout.  As the lights came back on late on Monday evening and I could get some work done, I finished setting up the necessary things on my digital banking app. Some months it has been but the bank app is back online..  I then started packing my bags feeling it was time to move on from Alicante. Details to follow as I am too stressed to tell you about them now..  Following a drive starting around 1am, somewhere along the way, I pulled into a Shell gas station where a couple of trucks were parked in complete darkness—just the kind of quiet spot perfect for some shut-eye.  Waking up around 6 a.m. the next morning to the soft glow of sunrise, I heared the clerk rolling in, watched him start the day as he opened up the place. When he proceeded a while later to flipping on the lights and unintentionally spotlighting my car —and me. That was my cue to get going again.  As I drove off, I felt a pull to stop in Denia, and I ...

Ask, and you shall receive. There is deep karma at work. There always is—but rarely do we see it as clearly as we do now, in this Age of Aquarius . We’ve peeled away so many limiting beliefs, and here we stand—naked in a new world, bravely trying to birth a new self. It’s a terrifying place to be, with no net beneath us… but maybe no net is needed. This morning, I woke up in my car for the second day in a row, parked at the harbor in Valencia. I took a walk, had a drink, then returned to rest a little longer—until the sun, bold and piercing, urged me out of the car and back into this brand-new life I’m creating. I said yes. Let’s do this. The wind had been tugging at the car all night—heavy, wild gusts unique to this side of Valencia’s beaches. Not the soft, cooling breeze I met in Playa San Juan. As my mind started whispering,  I miss…  I caught it, stopped it, and replied:  Yes, but we’ve moved on. So deal with it.  There’s no going back. We’re building something n...