Rana Khoury

27/04/2026

27/04/2026

There’s a lot moving right now.
Energetically.
Emotionally.
Personally.
Collectively.

And it's moving dizzyingly FAST!
And the noise is incessantly LOUD!
And the energy is on FIRE! 🔥

And in times like this, the invitation isn’t to push harder.
It’s to turn inward.

To ground.
To soften.
To listen.

This is where the real shift happens.

In my Intuitive Yoga Classes, we work with what’s present,
moving energy through the body,
breathing into what’s ready to be felt,
and gently transmuting what no longer needs to be carried.

This is your space to reconnect with your body,
to anchor into your heart,
and to harness the fire within,
not as overwhelm... but as power.

Join me this May.
Let this be your return.

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30/11/2025

Here I am, one day before my birthday, and what’s interesting is where I find myself today:
not out and about,
not celebrating or partying,
not “doing” anything to commemorate this moment, as I had been anticipating for the last month,
but sitting in a kind of peaceful stillness that feels strangely right.

My priorities have shifted.
I’m wanting true inner peace, not over-stimulation.
More grounding.
More wisdom.
More knowing.
More meaningful, nourishing connection.
(And I’m noticing how few people around me truly feed my soul…how grateful I am for those few.)

I’m easily agitated by useless background noise,
yet drawn to different music that fills my heart, calms my spirit, and moves my soul.
And body.
I dance.

I’m finding home and solace in my classes,
in the presence,
in the breath,
in the palpable loving energy exchanged with my students,
in the undeniable divine inspiration that flows through me when I teach…
Intuition guiding my every breath and word.
Those moments are food for my spirit.

I’m grateful to be here with and for my parents at this stage of their lives.

I’m grateful for the sacred synchronicities that constantly remind me that I’m not walking this alone.

I’m still in transition.
Still in that liminal space where something inside me is shifting at a cellular level,
even if the external world hasn’t caught up yet.
It feels surreal, almost otherworldly at times,
like knowing a new chapter is already written, but the pages haven’t turned.

And even though I’m in limbo-
not here, not there, not fully arrived -
I can feel something forming.
Quietly.
Deeply.
Preparing me for the next turning of the wheel.

Tomorrow, a new year begins for me.
And tonight, this stillness feels like exactly the right place to be.

28/11/2025

Here I am in the home stretch, just days away, and I haven’t posted in a couple of days.
Something in me needed to step back, to absorb everything quietly… the moments, the messages, the synchronicities that have been gathering around me.

My message today came through crystal clear:
“All of the changes taking place in my life right now have been divinely inspired, guided, and orchestrated.
I move with unconditional belief, and I am fearlessly welcoming everything that’s meant to come into my life.”

And somehow, that was enough.
I had been anticipating my birthday this year, feeling it from a softer, more open place than the last couple of years, more willing to step out, be with people, let myself be seen again.

I’d planned to go out tonight.
But here I am, cozy at home instead, writing about not wanting to go anywhere.
Not out of sadness. Not out of loneliness.
Just… not feeling called to make any effort.

I want the right people around me, the ones who feel like resonance, not obligation.
The ones who meet me where I am now, not where I used to be.

The qualities shaping this new revolution around the sun feel clear:
Presence
Intuition
Peace
Acceptance
Surrender
Knowing.

The Snake year has been one long shedding- layers of old identity, old stories, old expectations.
And now there’s space.
Space for movement, for momentum, for the Horse energy waiting around the corner.

I’m not rushing into it.
I’m just opening.
Quietly. Intentionally.
Exactly where I need to be before I begin again.

25/11/2025

I haven’t posted for a couple of days, partly because I’ve been home with a stomach that’s been in revolt, and partly because life seems to be mirroring that same churn.

My car is still in the garage getting the TLC it has needed for a while, which has left me almost immobile at a time when my work depends on movement.
The weather shifted overnight too- rain, cold air, that sudden drop that feels like someone flipped the season switch without warning.

And inside me, things feel the same way.
Sagittarius season is here, the Schumann resonance is all over the place, and the energy around me feels intense.
Not chaotic, like it was earlier this summer, but insistent.
Like something is pushing me to pay attention.

I’m closing the Dubai chapter for good now, and there’s a kind of emotional gravity in that.
A final letting go.
A final release.
And a full-body readiness to root myself here, in this new life, in this new season.

So I’m asking… quietly, sincerely, openly:
What would you have me do next?
How do I open even wider to the abundance and flow I know are already on their way?

I’ve been doing the work.
I’ve surrendered the timeline.
And I’m ready… truly ready… for whatever my highest good is preparing to bring.

22/11/2025

Today felt like a gift… sunshine, warm air, that gentle breeze that feels like it’s taking care of you. After weeks of intensity and heaviness, everything suddenly softened.

The synchronicity was unmistakable.
My car is in the garage, and today of all days, I felt stuck at home- craving the water, craving the freedom to move, craving the sea.
I had just expressed that frustration when a message came through from a dear girlfriend:
“Want to go have coffee by the beach?”
YES. YES. YES.

And from that moment, everything else unfolded with ease.
A heartwarming catch-up by the water.
A yummy frappucino with coconut milk.
A grilled snack board that tasted like simple pleasure and permission.
Warm sunshine, shimmering water, connection that felt nourishing and effortless.

It felt like the shift from Scorpio’s deep earthiness into Sagittarius season- lighter, brighter, more expansive.
As if birthday mode switched on all by itself.

I’m listening.
I’m paying attention.
The messages and signs were everywhere today, and every one of them felt like a small reminder that sometimes the universe moves things on our behalf…
all we have to do is show up and receive.

21/11/2025

I had the house to myself today, the first time in as long as I can remember.
Even the car seemed to want a break and went in to the mechanic’s, almost like divine intervention nudging me to stay put.

So it was just me and Chico, moving quietly through the day with no pressure to do, to move, to produce, or to turn anything into meaning.
Just letting the sun, the breeze, the flowers, the colors, the smells, the sensations be enough.

No big insights.
No emotional tornado.
No cosmic shift I can name.
Just… space.
A kind of nothingness that felt strangely peaceful.

Maybe not every day needs a lesson.
Maybe some days simply need room.

20/11/2025

Yesterday I learned the Greek word Fthinópōro … autumn. Made up of two parts: ‘fthino’ meaning waning or decreasing, and ‘oporo’ meaning fruits- so the season when fruits decrease and harvest comes to an end.
A beautiful word for a season that’s supposed to be about release, cooling, softening, settling.

But this year’s Fthinoporo feels nothing like that.
The weather is still hot, the island is restless after the earthquakes, and the sky keeps shifting moods.
And inside me, it feels the same, a strange mix of exhaustion, intensity, and something I can’t quite name yet.

Maybe it’s the new moon in Scorpio ripping off old layers.
Maybe it’s six planets in retrograde.
Maybe it’s the solar flares,
or that comet circling the planet,
or maybe it’s just life being life.

All I know is that this season doesn’t feel quiet.
It feels like transition in motion.
Like something is rearranging itself under the surface.
Like I’m standing between who I’ve been and whoever I’m becoming next.

Not peaceful.
Not dramatic.
Just… in between.

And maybe that’s what Fthinoporo really is this year, a season that’s teaching me how to hold contradiction without needing to fix it.

18/11/2025

Yesterday was strange in a very physical way- not exhaustion like last week, but a relentless headache, waves of lightheadedness, and long stretches of the day spent horizontal.
My body felt heavy and off, but inside I felt calm… completely surrendered.

It’s been that way for days now.
One moment I’m feeling fantastic, the next I’m flat.
On and off.
Up and down.
A little frustrated by the inconsistency, but also oddly accepting of it.
I can sense something shifting, something moving through me in its own timing, and my only job is to let it.

Even from the bed yesterday, I felt connected- to the world, to the energy around me, to whatever this strange mix of symptoms and intuitions is trying to say.
And despite the discomfort, I wasn’t resisting it.

My yoga classes have been such an anchor lately, not just for my students, but for me too.
They give back more than I could ever express, reminding me that alignment doesn’t always look like perfection… sometimes it’s just being present with whatever is here.

So yes, today’s small truth is simple:
Peace doesn’t always look peaceful.
Sometimes it looks like a headache, a soft surrender, and a quiet trust in the process.

15/11/2025

Yesterday was one of those rare, magnificent days where everything aligned.
It started with my Greek class, a space I’m genuinely enjoying and invested in, and flowed into a heart-expanding catch up with a dear soul sister.
We shared beautiful conversation, delicious food, and real presence… the kind that nourishes you long after you part ways.

And then the downpour came.
After the tremors of the past few days, watching the sky open felt like a real blessing, a prayer answered.
There was something powerful, cleansing, and almost sacred about it- a reminder of nature’s rhythm and abundance.

Later, while driving, my playlist somehow matched my mood perfectly.
Every song that came on felt like a divine affirmation, a little nudge from Spirit, a reminder that life is generous and full of wonder when we’re receptive to it.

I didn’t post any of it.
I didn’t think about angles or captions.
I just let the day be what it was... generous, surprising, alive.

And carrying its energy into this morning feels like a quiet blessing, one I’m still savoring.