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July 15, 2026

21:01 Wednesday
krakow, poland

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August 9, 2026

18:41 Sunday
Manila, Philippines

Finally feeling like myself again a week and a half after returning home from an unexpected odyssey in Eastern Europe. That truly knocked me off my feet and I started noticing my thoughts turn dark, becoming mistrusting of the world, assuming that kindness has significantly diminished - especially towards me. Which, now that I write it down, feels not only pessimistic, but quite egotistic too. Of course if I got this insight earlier on and used it to reprimand myself, I'd be even more indignant, angry, and exhausted. I needed to have my emotions feel safe enough to be felt and expressed without further judgment. So here we are, undergoing a longer mental, physical, emotional, and spiritual recovery than expected. Fending off the thought that I'm "wasting my time," and recognizing that moving forward without integration will only derail me further.Being human is so tough sometimes. And it feels even more difficult for someone who's highly sensitive and deeply moved by the waves of emotions. I don't know if I am starting to use this as an excuse or if it is a truth to simply accept.. but it helps to remember that this is how I was designed, and to be reminded that there's nothing wrong with that. There is nothing to fight against, mein liebling. You can relax and surrender - trusting that things are the way they are for a reason.I have to constantly observe my self-talk because, despite more than a decade of mindfulness meditation practice, I still fail spectacularly at self-compassion. How ironic.It feels the older I get, the harder I become on myself when it's usually the other way around for most people. I sense I have little to prove to the world.. yet there's a lot I still feel compelled to prove to myself, as if I'm yearning for my own approval.It's not ideal. Especially from a yoga teacher. And I know this will be posted publicly, as I have challenged myself to show up more authentically in the world, shedding my armor and allowing vulnerability to take its place. I feel some shame sharing this.. but also some humility that helps me root back to what is important -- connection.I intentionally brought out my hand-building materials yesterday so I can make something with clay today. I remember how much I enjoyed the first hand-building workshop I did years ago with my sister and niece. It was so fun making things with your hands, not knowing how they'd turn out, and just hoping that the outcome will match your dream for the project. during that time, I was pleasantly surprised at how my project turned out. I made an incense holder (quite huge, actually) with a lotus in a pond design and it came out beautifully, serving its purpose well. I felt proud about creating something useful and pleasant to look at.. but I haven't been able to recreate that since. Today was an attempt to do so but the 6-month old clay that I had was too hard to mold. I researched how to soften it and learned it will take a few days. So I had to put aside this project and pick up something else with my hands.Before leaving for my holiday, I started watercoloring again though the beautiful blending techniques are not something my hands or brain can recreate. Instead I used a paintbrush and my palette to pick up some simple calligraphy, writing lyrics, and painting moons. I allowed myself to do it without thinking or planning too much.. and my brain worked hard at making sense of what I was doing. So much so that I ended up having the idea to write down what I was ready to shed and open to manifest on this 8.8 portal.It was unexpectedly a really pleasant and purpose-filled Sunday.I realize I used "unexpected" earlier in this post too to describe a heavy experience.. and now the same word is describing a beautiful one. How very fitting to be reminded that things are as they are but their meanings change according to the lenses through which they're perceived.. or judged.I made room for creativity today, which nourished my recovering mind and body, but also allowed what was stuck or heavy to flow, helping to ease the burdens I've been holding on to for the last few months.This year has unfolded in quite a difficult and heavy way.. what with the war and cancelled plans.. and personal losses and pain. Some were intentional, others were the result of worldwide circumstances - that remind us we're all deeply connected.Life weaves through us in ways we sometimes are too busy to see or feel.. and yet it will always tug at us, awakening us, and reminding us that we're all in this together.

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