Thank you 2025 – Welcome 2026

 

To fully acknowledge the width, depth and breadth of 2025, I have to go back to 2024, which was, for me, the most painful year I can recall, though at this very moment even this seems like a faraway passage that has entirely dissolved its rugged edges and is now simply part of everything that is and ever was.

The dissolution I went through during the entire span of 2024, left nothing untouched. Emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually I was stripped bare, breath by blessed breath, until I was quite literally vacant. No prior construction withstood the earthquake of transfiguration. If my landscape were to be envisioned as a city, it would look like an apocalyptic scene from one of those films about the future world in 2224.

And yet… Yet this was not something terrible that I was a victim of. Not something to be saved from. Not something that I inflicted upon myself either. It just was what needed to be at this point of my existence.

So, when 2025 dawned, I was still under the rubbles of this massive implosion. Finding my way out into daylight so I could catch my breath and stand upright again.

I will not go into details about what went on, as this is shared in my new book: Soul Songs 2 – A Sigh of Wholeness which will be out in the first half of 2026.

What I do want to share right now though, is how entirely, surprisingly magnificent 2025 has been. How special it has been to day by day discover this new lifestream that I am now embodying, completely at peace with what was, is and is to be. Not as an opposite of what 2024 felt like, but as its own emergence that needs no contrast to be compared to.

I cannot, in fact, compare what I discover myself to be on a daily basis, with anything prior.

My tastes, motivations, inclinations, perceptions, choices… everything is different for me now. Not better. Not worse. Simply not comparable. The baseline is extinct. The new template has no prior blueprint.

In practical terms, this has changed the way I interact with my environment and the people in it. And so, too, where I feel at home geographically has needed to change, in order to meet my current frequency. This is why I have relocated to the Azores, choosing Faial island as the pivotal base of my hearth for it is the most purely symbiotic match for my entirety now – though the 9 islands of this exquisite archipelago are all one for me, and equally my home.

This love affair with the islands and most specifically with Faial has been a sweet discovery of what Home really feels like when we find the perfect merge with land, wind, ocean and fire and all of its living creatures. Something I had not experienced before to this extent. But then again, I am discovering everything anew so this too is an integral part of this ongoing discovery.

I have let go of so much during 2025, as I had also during 2024. People. Things. Creations. Projects. Places. Endings upon endings upon endings. Which intrinsically means beginnings upon beginnings upon beginnings. 

The grief of loss that was to be felt, ended with 2024 and into the first rays of 2025. This year’s letting go has been of a joyfully liberating nature. A celebration of honouring, releasing, stepping forward unburdened. Cloaked in the abundance of what has died and composted into new fertile ground, for new seeds to sprout under a new sun, watered with new expressions of unfolding possibilities.

This is how I step into 2026. Infinitely grateful. To all. To everything. Everywhere. My heart openly shining with a love so big it cannot be contained and singing a song of peaceful harmony where dark and light are not separate.

I have no idea what I will create throughout the year, other than the certainty of humanness expressed in contented trust that all is well in all of creation when the grace of Presence is allowed to radiate through every physical and non-physical pore.

In this new year, in this new life, there are no aims to achieve. Nothing to strive for. No purpose to fulfil. No mission to pursue. No specific passion other than that of life itself, with each day’s gifts to explore.

Whether you and I physically cross paths or not, we will certainly dance – in any one of the many dimensions we multiply through. So cheers to us, to existence, to infinite possibilities and to life here on Earth, particularly, as this is our chosen playground… for now. And thank you /\ So very much.

 

 

 

 

What matters today? - Happy New Year musings

 

What matters today?

 

Today, as I was leaning back, savouring my tea, I was observing how interesting it is that so many human beings I am aware of, live their lives as if tomorrow is what matters.

Let me explain.

The world over, and as a general concept – as there are many exceptions, or in other words, exceptions that I see as many because this exception is how I live and therefore my common reflection – so, the world over, life is generally lived as a pursuit. This pursuit is sometimes called a fight, sometimes called a ladder or a mountain to climb, sometimes called a search or an aim to achieve. It is a constant striving. An idea that somehow there is somewhere to get to, to arrive at.

Thus, today is just a building block for tomorrow. A passage. Something that needs to be done in order to reach something else.

Which leads me to mention dreams. That thing about “may all your dreams come true”. What is this?

Again. Let me explain.

My point of view about dreams is simple: once one has a strong feeling about creating something in their lives, for whatever purpose it may be, and follows that feeling and its indications 100%, the dream is already a reality, every step of the way of its unfolding. It really doesn’t matter what the outcome is. Because the outcome rarely is what we imagined. So, the dream doesn’t necessarily come true, if this means that it fits what was initially imagined. There are so many different openings that present themselves along the way, if we are allowing ourselves to flow with the synchronicities that come forth moment to moment, that what does or does not occur depends largely on the circumstances in each new now step and not on a supposed potential outcome.

It’s all good and well to have vision. To have creative passion. What it becomes – that is free. If we are willing to be bold enough to not want to control its trajectory and humble enough to accept that what is happening is always aligned with whatever we are vibrating into existence. Our frequency determines everything that emanates forth into our world.

So, let’s get back to the initial puzzling concept of living life as a pursuit. What happens to today then?

In all honesty, there is nothing else to live. Today is all there is. Now. Available. And this is what provides every tomorrow. If there is a tomorrow.

What I mean is: none of us know when we will die. And some are actually experiencing terminal diseases. Still, it is unknown how long they will live. And once we die – irrespective of the intrinsic knowingness that existence is endless and therefore death does not really exist for us as beings, only as physical humans – once we die, whatever we were living today is what will have mattered. The future will have in that moment been entirely erased for the deceased.

So what really matters today?

Even if you are going through the shittiest experience – what matters about it, what is there here for you to retain, choose, discard, change, embrace…?

What would you like to enjoy today: busyness, quietness, joy, harmony, excitement, serenity, passion, rush, anxiety, depression, rewinding, relaxing… Whatever it is that brings peace, love and joy to your heart.

In my own experience I have found that even when I am going through a rough patch, even in the simplest terms – could be a very turbulent flight or boat ride for instance – if I land fully in it, with no expectation of what comes next and no need to get out of it, just being present to this that I am in now, everything settles down. It’s like becoming the eye of a storm. Correction: it is literally becoming the eye of the storm. Notice that the eye does not try to cross the storm. It stays. The storm just is. Until it isn’t. And then the eye is no longer within the storm. It is all there is. All there was. All there will be when another storm forms around it.

I often remember: in what way can I honour the ones who have departed and can no longer have the privilege of experiencing life? And in what way can I also honour the ones that are ill or vacant to a point that they cannot be in life, at all?

Side note, just to say that each experience is an experience in itself, which means that being incapable of participating in life is an equally valid experience for whatever purpose best serves the one having it.

Then again, if I have the chance to live the most fulfilling life I can create for me, here, now, today, in the simplest ways, in the most seemingly “insignificant” gestures and moments that radiate so much joy, so much love, so much peaceful contentedness, gratitude and grace, why would I not be this fully? Why would I be focusing on what seems to be wrong with the world, with the people, with politics, with whatever rather than live what I know to be possible, when my heart is not tainted with fear, fight and rage?

Why would I be giving my attention, which means my creative energy, to judgement about wrong or right, instead of just living what brings balance to my system? Which in turn creates balance at a much larger scale… But without even having to focus on the effect this has – why would I forego this gift that is entirely mine to choose, to live, to receive and to offer, now, today, for the sake of a tomorrow I don’t know whether I will get to experience?

Why would I wait for the new year to make resolutions that I know are productive and would like to bring forth right away, otherwise I would not even envision them as possibilities?

Yes, there are some long-term decisions we all have to make. And once we have made them, again, what remains is still only today. Whether we for instance get to master the cello during the next year, or travel to the Fidji Islands, or create a cure for cancer – or whether we don’t, we will only ever have lived each today as it presents itself. Not one moment earlier. Not one moment later.

Say it, do it, live it, enjoy it. In honour and gratitude. Today.

This is my heartfelt new year celebration with ya’all.

 

Parabéns Diva! - 25 anos de mãe e filha

Hoje a Diva está de parabéns. Vinte e cinco anos se completam na sua jovem senda.

E apraz-me partilhar o quão grata e feliz estou por ser mãe sem ter que o ser.

Quando aos meus 12 anos decidi colar na parede do meu quarto o belíssimo poema de Khalil Gibran - do seu livro O Profeta:

“Teus filhos não são teus filhos
São os filhos e as filhas da ânsia da vida por si mesma.
Vêm através de ti, mas não de ti.
E embora vivam contigo, não te pertencem.

Podes outorgar-lhes o teu amor, mas não os teus pensamentos,
Porque eles têm seus próprios pensamentos.
Podes abrigar os seus corpos, mas não as suas almas;
Pois as suas almas moram na mansão do amanhã, que não podes visitar nem mesmo em sonho.
Podes esforçar-te por ser como eles, mas não procures fazê-los como tu.
Porque a vida não anda para trás e não se demora com os dias passados.

Tu és os arco do qual os teus filhos são arremessados como flechas vivas.
O Arquiteto mira o alvo na senda do infinito e estica-te com toda a Sua força para que as Suas flechas se projetem, rápidas e para longe.
Que o teu encurvamento na mão do Arqueiro seja a tua alegria:
Pois assim como Ele ama a flecha que voa, ama também o arco que permanece estável.”

Fi-lo num grito de revolta, na certeza de não pertencer a - nem de poder ser como ninguém. Pois sabia que por mais que sentisse falta de ser amada, encontraria aquilo que me faltava por mim mesma e não poderia seguir os passos até então trilhados por outros. Tinha que ser eu própria a descobrir. Sabia-me filha da ânsia que a vida tem por si mesma. 

Mais tarde, quando chegou o meu momento de ser mãe, este poema passou a ter ainda mais significado.

Nunca tive vontade de formatar os meus filhos, nem que fossem qualquer coisa que eu tivesse sonhado para eles. E nunca senti tristeza ao vê-los voar com as suas próprias asas e partir em descoberta das suas próprias criações.

Também nunca senti que os meus filhos fossem um fardo ou uma dificuldade.

Sempre os vi e amei como uma dádiva que não se prende, mas que se acompanha e admira, dando-lhes o apoio e a educação que a cada curva senti ser necessária, sem seguir bulas pré-definidas. Sempre sabendo que educar é um risco, tal como viver. E no entanto é para isso que cá estamos.

Houve muitos momentos, especialmente nos primeiros anos de maternidade, em que não fazia ideia como fazer. Muitas lágrimas chorei, perdida e insegura, a apalpar terreno sem saber se era o passo certo ou a melhor decisão. 

Hoje, olho para trás e sinto-me feliz. Realizada e íntegra. 

Soube pedir desculpa quando cometi erros, e soube também perdoar-me por não saber fazer melhor nesses momentos.

Soube pedir ajuda quando não podia mais com o peso das responsabilidades e aceitar que ás vezes não temos força suficiente, ás vezes caímos, somos vulneráveis - que o mito da mãe heroína não passa disso: um mito. Somos humanas. Temos dúvidas, medos, inseguranças e incertezas, mas também temos um coração enorme que nos indica o caminho se nos silenciarmos o suficiente para o ouvir e temos quem nos possa amparar, se soubermos parar…e receber.

Soube ficar quieta e calada quando as palavras não eram o necessário e quando as ações seriam redundantes ou inadequadas.

Soube felicitar-me e celebrar porque afinal… afinal correu tudo muito bem e aquela que foi a jovem mãe não tem mais com que se preocupar ou questionar. O caminho foi-se mostrando. Foi sendo caminhado. E a vida foi sendo generosa no seu embalo, porque fomos permitindo que ela nos pegasse na mão e nos ensinasse a dançar.

Hoje, olho para a frente e sinto-me perfeitamente em paz. 

Olho para o agora e sei que o posso abraçar com alegre e grato abandono, porque a Diva, a que veio para me despertar, é uma belíssima mulher por dentro e por fora, segura de si, independente e madura apesar da sua tenra idade. 

Afinal, fizemos todos um excelente trabalho - mãe, pai, avós, tios, primos, amigos, professores, colegas… e a própria Diva, claro, a protagonista do seu próprio desenrolar. 

Hoje, celebro estes 25 anos de maternidade assim. Em amor infinito. Porque este amor que sinto, esta gratidão que transborda, não cabe nesta folha. Nem no mundo inteiro.

Uma coisa é certa e será sempre: nós não controlamos nada. Não sabemos nada. Vamos descobrindo. Vamos sabendo. E depois é bom que saibamos também ir largando… para abrir espaço para o mais que se abre em cada instante. 

Cada respiração, cada momento, é um momento novo, nunca antes vivido. Que esta verdade seja acarinhada com o entusiasmo inocente que vemos nos nossos filhos. Que saibamos aprender com eles que nada é fixo. Tudo flui. Tudo muda. E ainda bem!

Tenho um presente para os leitores também!

Se quiseres receber o marvailhoso filme "O Profeta" - uma obra de animação lindíssima, criada a partir do poético e eternamente sábio livro de Khalil Gibran, diz que eu envio-te. Envia email para infoinpassioncoaching@gmail.com

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