I'm sitting on the couch at Casa Koya, overlooking the pool, listening to birds, and waiting for paint to dry. It feels like I haven't been here in months. But it's only been three weeks. Three weeks feel like an eternity lately, with all the storms that happen. Luckily, everything is good apart from some leaks, everything is fine, thank you god! Time is running at a 3-mile pace, and I'm sprinting to keep up. I'm already planning March. And April. Painting walls and doing the edits on this...

The world feels faster than ever, doesn’t it? Or it's just me that feels every day flying at lightning speed? From endless notifications...

The Transformative Power of Silence and Reflection: My Journey in Malta and the New Path Transitioning into a new season prompts me to...