So much can happen in a year. Right now, I’m sitting in a coffee shop I used to frequent last year right after I returned to Manila, fresh from being happily locked down in the north of Thailand, in Chiang Mai, where I had spent three beautiful years. The
Are You Allowing Yourself to Be Happy? You're right, we aren’t here just to be happy or to find happiness. But maybe just maybe you’ll allow yourself to feel happy after reading this piece. Just like many things in life that can be measured, happiness is
You have it all already. It isn’t something you require to look for or chase anymore.Have you been moving a lot jumping from one thing to the next yet nothing seems to quench the thirst of your heart? You’ve played many games, only to be left emptier
Have you ever spiraled after losing your composure in a single, unexpected interaction? One moment someone behaves poorly crosses a boundary, speaks insensitively, or simply doesn’t see you and suddenly, you’re in a rabbit hole of self-doubt. You start asking yourself: Why do I keep attracting this kind
What if the very thing you’ve been setting aside is the thing you’ve been praying for? What if you’re not just holding yourself back but also holding back something meant for others, something only you can create and share? There are so many reasons we stay stuck.
Who Are You Without the Story? Do you ever wonder who you are without the story from the past? I feel you. I may not know the exact details of what you’ve been through, but I know the weight of a heart that’s been aching for far too
Who are you in the void? Have you ever noticed that soft space between the inhale and the exhale? The silence between words? The pause between the doing and the being? Who are you when there’s no role to play, no mask to wear—just you, simply being… in
What if the very chaos you’re trying to escape is actually the gateway to your deepest grounding and power? Here we go—sitting here with a sparkling water on the right side of my laptop and a perfect latte on the left. Slowly, I’m sliding into the writing
What we don’t share accumulates within us. It starts as a thin, dark smoke—barely noticeable. But when left unspoken, it repeats in our minds like a looping film. Over time, it condenses and solidifies into a heavy stone lodged in the heart… or somewhere else in the body.
I never planned to become a coach. Back then, I was simply a traveler, wandering across Asia, teaching yoga in every country I landed in. That was my way of giving back… one breath, one movement, one heart at a time. As my love for the practice deepened, I began
Who am I to lead a sacred women’s circle, publish writings, or worse, be a life coach and ask to be paid for a private 1:1 call with me? The self-doubt never goes away, to be honest, but I’m also highly aware that the one doubting is
Lots of words are dancing through my head, creating a kind of techno rhyme that makes me wanna dance. I used to dream—sometimes even feel jealous—of people who had English as their first language. Damn, these people could rule the world. It must be so much easier for