The Calm Voice of Truth – Living Free

The Calm Voice of Truth – Living Free

Somewhere along the path of love, I disappeared a little.

Not all at once—but slowly, subtly, until the silence inside me screamed louder than the voice outside.

I had entered what looked like safety—a home, a man, shared mornings.
But safety turned out to be a cage. A golden one, maybe—but still a cage.

Because the truth is:
There wasn’t just subtle control.
There was shouting.
There was jealousy.
There was resistance to my natural rhythm—my Aries fast and hard working rhythm. My deep Silent yogi Pisces Rhythm - he thougth we were a match, but he forgot to look at my side of the table. 

My Five hours of focused work lit by fire, passion, and soul purpose?
It was too much for him.
My devotion to what moves me—my mission, my momentum—was seen as abandonment.
And that was the beginning of the unraveling.

It wasn’t love.
It was a need to possess.
To pull me from my path.
To drain my light to soothe his shadow.

And I—woman of movement, born to ignite, born to serve from freedom—started to dim.

Until I didn’t.

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Day 3 – A Woman Reclaimed

Now, it’s day three in my new space.
I left the man.
I left the house.
I left the weight of explaining my existence, my work, my way of being.

And I landed here—
beside a small, kind pool.
In a quiet room with just a few pieces of clothing and all the freedom in the world.

I wake with the sun.
I sit in gratitude.
I eat slowly.
I breathe deeply.
I heal.

There’s a big black Rottweiler here too—his name is Rocky.
He pads around gently, asking for food whenever we forget him.
He’s like a quiet guardian of this place, reminding me that love can be simple, unspoken, loyal.

And I have landed with my soul sister.
After finding the courage to ask for help—to not isolate myself in another Airbnb—I am here.
And I thank her every day for making me feel safe, and for simply being here.

She nurtured my foot after I twisted it, missing a step on the first night.
She knows Thai boxing, how to walk proud as a Surinamese woman with African roots, how to raise two kids and more.
On the very first day, she told me: "You can do what you want."
And every day since, she shows me what that truly means.

A double Libra and fire horse—I am in good company.
We craft forward together on my retreats and workshops.
And it feels like two lights shining brighter, because we know.

I am not owned.
Not interrupted.
Not claimed.

This relationship—intense, real, and deeply revealing—was necessary.
It showed me where I bend too far.
Where I silence myself to stay connected.
Where I betray my own rhythm for someone else’s peace.

It was a soul lesson in boundaries.
In truth-telling.
In choosing myself without guilt.

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A Portable Peace Plan

I watch the pool being cleaned and feel something symbolic about it—
clearing away the debris of the past, letting a new rhythm emerge.

I sit with my laptop, gently reorganizing both my work life and my inner life.
I seem to have created a portable peace plan—freedom I can carry with me, inside me.

This place, humble and light-filled, supports me in a way the previous one never could.

I wake early for my meditations.
And inspiration rises, clear and bright—because no one is hovering over my thoughts, stealing my time, or needing me to shrink.

I am a free spirit.
But this time, I’m not pretending.
I am living in freedom—not in a golden cage.

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Toward 2026 – A Soul Year

I feel connection seeping back in.
Not the urgent, desperate kind.
But the grounded kind—quiet, true, aligned.

As we move toward 2026—a global 1-year, and my personal 2-year of heart-deep relating—I feel ready.
Ready to show up from truth.
Ready to love from freedom.
Ready to stay me.

This is magic.
And I welcome it.