Reconnect to Blossom

04/01/2026

I don’t know what you talk about with your friends, but lately, the topic of grief has come up a lot with mine. In the last couple of years, I found myself multiple times holding space for all sorts of feelings around losing a loved one. It led me to want to explore my own relationship with loss and grief. Writing this blog took me more than a year and was in itself a powerful journey, inviting me to introspection and a refined understanding of what multiple grief journeys have taught me.

Trigger warning: This blog talks about su***de.

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I don’t know what you talk about with your friends, but lately, the topic of grief has come up a lot with mine. When I look back at my own journey through grief, I realize that it’s a story of love.

31/10/2024

~ Love is a privilege ~

I wrote this text a couple of month ago, in the midst of our visa application process. Since then we managed to get married ❣️ Today after speaking to yet another lawyer about our family, it felt time to share it.

'Before I met John, a 1.95m Kenyan activist and waste picker leader, love was this pink, fluffy feeling I had felt for lovers, friends, and relatives. A taste of freedom. A golden string that grounds you in the present moment.

Today I know that not only love is political, but it’s also a privilege. [...]'

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10/12/2023

In these dark times where so many innocents have been murdered, where islamophobia and anti-Semitism are rising unashamed, the words of resonate deeply in me. And before her, those of and . Yoga is not a tool for personal wellbeing, it's a tool for collective liberation. And one can't be free until everyone is. There are hard truths to face in what is going on in Palestine and Israel. Murders, rapes, kidnappings, and mass destruction of houses and cultural landmarks. Both peoples have now deeply rooted histories of oppression. Unsolved transgenerational trauma and rich countries interventionism for their own interests (oil and gas, yes, and keeping the region in check) led a people who had suffered the most loss and horror to become the oppressors and trigger tremendous loss and pain in their turn. There are multiple truths coexisting at once here. Satya. Truth. These multiple layers of truth are hard to see when we stand on one side, when we suffer and have experienced loss. I stand on the side of truth, and I keep learning about the History of the region, and informing myself about what's going on now, because truth is not easy to reach, ever. Mourning the loss of Israeli civilians with my Jewish friends, and being outraged by anti-Semitism actions around the world, doesn't take anything away from the rage I'm feeling against this far right Israeli government and its racist and colonialist policy, and all the global North countries who are staying silent about the horrors going on in Gaza, in the colonies and the West Bank, to preserve their interests in the region. We have to see it all at once. For peace to ever be possible, Satya will have to win.

In solidarity.

30/06/2023

📯Changes ahead 📯

After more than 7 years in Brussels, I'll be moving out of Belgium at the end of the month, to go back to my French Alps, while figuring out life in Kenya with my love 😌

Before I go, I'll be giving 2 long Yoga classes (2 to 3h), to allow enough time to explore the many aspects of the practice: pranayama (breath work), yoga nidra (relaxation), Asana (postures), meditation and philosophy.

🌻 Saturday 8 July - morning
🌺 Sunday 16 July - afternoon

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03/02/2023

~ The equation of “sacred” rage ~

I was talking to an old friend the other day, catching-up about life, when she asked me where I was with my plans to quit environmental activism in order to fully dedicate myself to my Yoga and healing work. It was an idea I floated around a while back. “I can’t give up activism,” I told her. “I have this rage within me that I need to channel into fighting against the impacts our broken system has on the planet and her inhabitants.” I could feel her relief.

She was relieved to hear that I wasn’t giving up on a passion that had allowed us to work together for many years, but also that she was not alone in experiencing this rage and allowing it to fuel her activism. I told her how much I had drifted away from the mainstream spiritual “bubble” and all its injunctions to find peace, light and love, while, for the most part, vastly ignoring the fact that the roots of suffering lie within the system way more often than within ourselves.

In November 2021, coming back from COP-26, the annual international negotiations on climate, I was feeling this rage intensely. For once, I made a conscious decision to experience it fully. I did not try to “relax,” “surrender to the Whole,” “meditate” or use any other practice that would shovel my rage under a carpet of comfortable obliviousness. It was a turning point for me, in how I related to spirituality in the context of my activism, and the culmination of a long process.

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09/01/2023

Happy New Year beautiful people 🤗 May 2023 be as vibrant as life in this Kenyan tree 💚 I'm currently enjoying a well deserved 2 months break between 2 jobs, and spending time with my Kenyan loves and brewing some written pieces... More soon 🤓

18/09/2022

Your power is in your loving.
Not in your brute strength.

Nor in your bank balance
or your ever-changing reputation.
Nor in your incredible tales
of conquest and gain.
Nor even in your intellect, your brilliant mind.

But in your willingness to let your heart break today.
In your courage to let another in, let them matter.
To feel what they feel.
To feel joy, or sorrow, or the most delicious doubting.

To stand with them, but not try to fix them.

To be the room for all this… emergence.

That is your power -
your ability to provide sanctuary,
to let life nestle in your giant heart.

To hold the powerless and the helpless.
To breathe into your belly, your chest,
your head, your tense shoulders.

To stand victorious there -
holding all of yourself
in a light yet powerful embrace.

Saying to yourself:

Sweetheart, I am here.
I am here at last.

- Jeff Foster

20/04/2022

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18/04/2022

Six years ago, my mum wrote her last letter full of love and forgiveness and committed su***de. This was the end. The end of 15 years of depression and many years of excruciating back pain that had made my mother’s life a daily struggle.

I rarely share this with people. But whenever I do, I almost always receive shocked, sad or sorry looks. And usually a certain dose of surprise about my being a relatively functional and happy human being - despite all that.

I don’t blame anyone for expecting me to be broken. For expecting me to carry this loss around like a big sign on my forehead. But the truth is very different. My mum’s life and her death have taught me resilience.

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⭕ On 18 July, in exactly 3 months, I'll be hosting my first sharing circle for people who have lost loved ones from su***de. Share with your friends and DM me if you are interested 🤗

Six years ago, my mum wrote her last letter full of love and forgiveness and committed su***de. This was the end. The end of 15 years of depression and many years of excruciating back pain that had made my mother’s life a daily struggle. I rarely share this with people. But whenever I do, I almost

07/04/2022

Gratitude ~ with this cast on my foot for already a week, I've been invited to slow down, but more importantly to practice gratitude 😌

Gratitude for all the help I got from my friends.

Gratitude for all the parts of my body that still function well.

Gratitude for the wonderful healing power of the body that already allows me to move around and do certain things, like keeping my yoga class tonight.

Gratitude for the teachings of the circumstances: accepting help when needed, and something that I had forgotten about and that one of my teachers repeated often - 'the movement and the posture start in your mind, you don't need to be physically able to do it to feel the benefits' ✨ So I've been practicing what I can and imagining my right foot and ankle moving the way the left does when it's not possible to physically do it. And it's actually been fun 🙃

After all, yoga is about presence ✨

16/03/2022

Monkey mind 🙈🙉🙊

I have so much that I want to share and write about after these weeks of inspiring conversations and life-changing adventures with activists...

But my thoughts are even less organised than these monkeys who are actually queuing in line to get onto the branch 😅

So enjoy watching these cuties while I do the same with my thoughts 🙃