Saying goodbye to 2025

Last Quarter Moon — December 17, 2025

Standing on the terrace of my new place in Andalusia, I watch the last wisps of morning dew drift over the mountain hills, blending with the smoke of burning leaves. In the far distance, the sea reveals itself.
It could be that I’m mistaking the flat horizon for water, seeing a ship where there is only a mountain peak — but I doubt it.

Andalusia… I need to research it.

After spending a year moving between Spain, Finland, and France, I still feel curious about where this next station has brought me. This stop feels special, I know that — and yet it is also just another knot in my rope of service.

This place needs me most of all as a stabilizer.
Between people who are awake but scattered, others lost or depressed, and the calm, grounded South American energies — I find myself becoming the calm, wise sister this time.

2025 has been a year of growth and letting go.
Just two more weeks remain — then we hit the pavement running in January 2026.

Amid three to five people daily, with many more in the background, I am now working and co-living within a community.

I spent the day working with Gil and Brandon, and later walked with Rosa in the afternoon — all players on this new stage here in Ítrabo.

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Thursday, December 18 — Granada, Day 4

As the sun turns the sea into a blazing ocean of light, reflecting the 10.30 a.m. sun and blinding us here  high up in the mountains, I settle in with freshly made chai and muesli for breakfast.

It’s my fourth day in Granada this Thursday, and the first two days flew by.

Yesterday, I reclaimed my rhythm.
Today, I get to start slow — AV, meditation, sleeping in.

Managing energies.

Saying goodbye to a layer of resistance:
After my early meditation at 3:30, I wanted to dive into work, but I couldn’t. Something isn’t open yet. So I went downstairs and made Indian chai. I ran into a video explaining how to make it, listened — then created my own version, since not every ingredient was in the house. I took my time, staying aware through the process.

I realize I am changing.
There is newness again — after peeling back layers upon layers.

There is now wholeness, and nothing left to dive into.

After meditation and chai, I clean up my drive, though there isn’t much left to clear out. I decide that what remains is needed for next year.

Yes — that feels good.

I go back to sleep and wake up at 9:55 a.m., postpone my meeting with Brandon from 10 to 11, and my walking appointment with Rosa from 12 until 2:30.

Then I head for a shower.

A lama is staring at me from a far peak outside my window — the shadow of the animal embodying the wise man.

It’s going to be an interesting experiment here in Ítrabo.