Moving Hearts Therapy

08/02/2026

Relationship problems are rarely just about communication.

Under stress, couples don’t lose love,
they lose regulation.

When one pushes, the other withdraws.
When one adapts, the other takes space.

What looks like incompatibility
is often two nervous systems under pressure.

Working on regulation first
changes the entire dynamic.

Less blame.
More safety.
Real connection again.

If you recognize this pattern, couples therapy isn’t about fixing your relationship,
it’s about helping both nervous systems feel safe again.

I offer couples therapy focused on regulation and real-life dynamics.
Link in bio to book your free discovery call.

✨the most loving gift is learning how to stay connected under stress✨

05/02/2026

Emotional regulation at work is often misunderstood.

It’s not about staying calm all the time.
It’s not about controlling emotions.
Regulation is about having access.

Access to thinking, sensing, choosing,
especially when pressure rises.
Under pressure, people don’t become less competent.
They lose access.

And that’s when automatic stress responses take over:
pushing, adapting, withdrawing.

Regulation creates a small but crucial shift:
from reacting → to responding.

That space is where better conversations, decisions and boundaries become possible.

P.S. I’m turning a recent corporate webinar on this topic into a video. Respond ‘regulation’ if you want the details when it’s ready

31/01/2026

Emotional regulation under pressure isn’t about “staying calm.”

It’s about understanding what happens before you react
-in your body, your nervous system, your habits-
But this is only a fragment of what it really entails.

Thursday I gave a corporate webinar on emotional regulation at work, I never had such a high show-up.

This topic really hit home with the participants.

It’s rarely taught in a practical, human way in the corporate world,

So I’m currently preparing an English version of this webinar as a recorded video: concrete and applicable to real work situations

If you work under pressure —or lead people who do— this is for you.

👉 The recorded version will be available soon.

You can DM me “REGULATION” if you want to be notified when it’s ready.

—
Mieke
Psychotherapist & trainer
Moving Hearts Therapy

28/01/2026

Bajo presión, no reaccionamos como queremos.
Reaccionamos como podemos.

En este webinar gratuito y online exploramos qué ocurre en el cuerpo y en el sistema nervioso cuando hay estrés —
y cómo crear más espacio para responder con claridad.

🗓️ Hoy
⏰ 3:00–4:00 PM (hora Honduras)
💻 Online · Gratis

Una invitación a pausar, entender y elegir con más conciencia.

Reservas: link en Bio

24/01/2026

Australia was a childhood dream.
Once there, I knew I wasn’t there for the postcard version.

Far from roads.
Far from internet signal.
Far from anything familiar.

Most days followed the same slow rhythm.
Early mornings.
Long hours.
Time that moved differently.

Ceremonies were not accessible,
but near enough to feel.
Songs I could hear
but not decode.
Knowledge just out of reach,
yet unmistakably present in the air.

The deep red earth touching my heart,
holding what could not be spoken.

Nothing about this felt exotic.
Nothing felt spiritual in a romantic way.

It was raw, complex,
sometimes deeply uncomfortable.

I learned quickly not to ask too many questions.
Some things weren’t meant to be explained.
I learned when to look away,
or to step back.
At times, background presence
was the best role available.

Without words,
I could feel the weight of generations.
What lives underneath alcoholism and criminality,
disconnection and silence.
The impact of imposed rules.
Of distant governments.
Not even that long ago.

I’m grateful I was allowed to be there.
Grateful for the trust placed in me,
as a white Western woman,
carrying the history of a population
that has caused deep harm.
The consequences are visible.
Tangible.
Underneath the skin,
in the heart of its descendants.

Some experiences don’t explain themselves.
They don’t resolve.
They don’t offer closure.
They stay.

And they change how I walk the world.

21/01/2026

En los últimos días he compartido mucho sobre presencia, cuerpo y conexión real.
Este taller nace desde ahí.
No para entender más, sino para vivir la conexión en el cuerpo, juntas.

Iniciamos con Yoga de la Risa, una práctica suave y liberadora que relaja el sistema nervioso y abre el corazón.

Desde ahí, entramos en Relación Auténtica, con dinámicas sencillas y accesibles que facilitan una conexión genuina, incluso para personas introvertidas.

Un espacio seguro para volver a tu centro, sentir más presencia y compartir con otras mujeres.

📝 Inscripción en el Bio
Cupos limitados.

21/01/2026

19/01/2026

𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.

It comes in waves.

Some carry you forward.
Some come without warning.

You don’t plan waves.

You learn when to stand,
and when to let yourself be moved.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨
𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡?

15/01/2026

After ten years on the road, my body recognises these phases.

Ten years of travel.
To many, it sounds exciting.

The truth is:
I also have flat days.
Tired days.
Days without magic.

It may sound like luxury.
I lived months in a tent.
Slept in hammocks.
On banana leaves.
On airport floors.

It may sound exotic.
I drank water that tasted like fire.
Survived on rice.
Wore moulded clothes because nothing ever dried.

It may sound dynamic.
I got stuck because of rain.
Without electricity.
Without water.

It may sound idyllic.
I felt the ground tremble,
wondering if this was the earthquake.
Go or stay?

I waited out a hurricane.
A tree once fell right in front of my tent.
Fifty centimetres closer
and I wouldn’t be here.

Cold desert nights.
Rainy campfires.
Washing in rivers or between cabanas.

Wild bushes as bathrooms.
Loud music, traffic, barking dogs,
non-stop.
Bed bugs too.

Dogs that chased me, bit me, singled me out.

I learned to share space with strangers.
And to be alone in the jungle at night,
afraid
and still stay.

None of this felt romantic.
It was uncomfortable.
Overwhelming.

And even now,
I rarely tell these stories.
Because words flatten what the body remembers.

My body still carries them.
Quietly.
Like something precious.

These are the memories that shaped me.
That gave the last ten years texture.

Everything is temporary.

And even in the hardest moments,
I knew there were still people to meet.
Stories to live.
Connections waiting.

That knowing
kept me going.

12/01/2026

Dos prácticas que abren el corazón se encuentran en un mismo espacio:
Yoga de la Risa y Authentic Relating.

La risa afloja el cuerpo.
El juego suaviza las defensas.
La presencia hace posible el encuentro.

Una combinación potente para quienes buscan conexión real, sin esfuerzo ni máscaras — también si sos introvertida.

💗 Es una actividad ideal para venir con amigas, hermanas o mujeres cercanas a tu corazón.
Un espacio para celebrar el Día de la Mujer juntas, desde el cuerpo, la risa y la presencia.

La invitación es llegar tal como estás.
Lo demás se va creando, paso a paso, en el contacto 🤍

📅 Domingo 25 de enero de 2026
⏰ 2:30 – 6:00 pm
📍 Prado Alto, San Pedro Sula
💫 Incluye taller, cena y bebida
💰 L 900

🔗 Inscripción: link en bio

08/01/2026

𝐀𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐈 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

Coconut trees.
A hammock.
A slower rhythm.
Different languages.
A life that felt softer than the one around me.

That dream didn’t disappear when adult life started.
I just pushed it aside.

Until the life I was living
started slipping through my fingers.

I didn’t leave because I was brave.
I left with a form of social anxiety.
With insecurities.
With doubts.

Travel didn’t magically fix me.
But it gave me something else:
emotional freedom.

A more authentic version of myself.
A happier one.
Inner stability,
when life stayed fluid, without a fixed plan or place.

Ten years later, I realize:
this was never about escaping.
It was about listening.
About trusting that quiet inner voice
that kept whispering,
even when fear was louder.

Again.
And again.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫?

𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟.

06/01/2026

I didn’t travel to see the world.
I traveled to feel alive again.

There were years when my life looked fine from the outside.
Work.
Relationships.
Plans.
And still, something in me felt muted.

Travel doesn’t give me answers.
It gives me sensation.
Movement.
Contrast.
Edges.

Ten years later, I know this much:
what I was looking for was never a destination.
It is contact.
With myself.
With life.

And this is still what guides how I work with people today.

Some people collect stamps.
I collect moments.

I stay on the road because it keeps me awake.
Present.
In my body.