I’ve lived too many lives (in this life). Everything reminds me of something else.

(Ok, not everything… Iceland smells and feels more like present and future than any other place…)

But still, there are days in which when I close my eyes, the wind brings me back to the Andes in Patagonia and butterflies return to my stomach … or the taste of strawberries brings me back to Norway and suddenly it’s 2006 again … or the golden light of September when mixed with a bonfire scent can immediately bring me to the Himalayas … and suddenly a state of devotion pours all over me.

Senses are super powerful, they are the imprint in the system … and if your system has a library of scents, countries, spices, sounds, scenery and people…. Oh my. The richness of life 🙏🏼

Lately, my mornings have been tasting like Goa and my body loves the melted soft sense of existing. As if the Goa heat could reach across the globe straight into my bones. Morning coffee has special sense of electricity to it that later turns into a deep state of devotion.

It’s the angle and colour of the sun. I can’t explain it. It’s the spring and autumn sun of the Himalayas that I get to be reminded of at this time of the year here in Iceland.

And I feel like it’s just for me you know, to remind me what’s in my system.

So I can quickly reach into the depths of me for the golden seeds of devotion, Yoga and Tantra so well planted.

And so I just water these precious seeds. Day after day, so when Teacher trainings and courses start, I’m talking, walking and being from this place.

The place that doesn’t require me to get a plane ticket to anymore …

🙏🏼