18/02/2026
Gypsy journey ~ sometimes we are born into a story already in motion ~ placed into bodies, families, cultures, lands and societies that do not quite echo our inner rhythm. And we grow, slightly out of tune, wondering whether the misalignment is personal or universal ~ whether life itself is nothing more than a slow walk towards what resonates. Until one day we see that even what felt “not like us” was quietly guiding us home in ways we did not yet understand.
Some are born in a beautiful country, with a beautiful culture and still feel the pull of elsewhere. For years I keep leaving mine ~ as if movement itself were my lineage, as if a wandering gypsy spirit moved through me, carrying an unspoken love for India.
And each time I step on this motherland, it is not discovery but recognition ~ not something better, only something closer. And yet I was not born there. That’s the strange part. So I return to listen, to learn, to be shaped by the culture, the philosophy, the healing systems, the yoga ~ to let the land alter me in its own time.
And for now ~ that is enough 🤍