19/12/2025
This photo is from Portugal, where I come for Christmas with my family.
Before I fully dive into a holiday break, I’d like to share a few words of gratitude.
Maybe we did something together this year.
Maybe we never met in our lives.
And maybe we crossed paths in quiet, almost invisible ways.
All options in between are welcome.
I deeply appreciate that you decided to accompany my work, in whatever way that has been true for you.
2025 was not an easy year.
Many things found an end.
Several layers were stripped away—sometimes by choice, sometimes not.
According to the Chinese calendar, we’re still in the year of the Wooden Snake, associated with intuition, shedding, and renewal. A year that asked for honesty beneath the surface. A year that invited us to listen more carefully to what moves through the body before it becomes words or plans.
For me, this year was less about building and more about sensing. Less about answers and more about learning to stay with questions.
Much of what mattered did not arrive fully formed—it arrived as seeds.
Seeds of encounters.
Seeds of conversations.
Seeds of events where something subtle but alive was planted: a shift in perception, a moment of presence, a remembering of what it feels like to be in the body together.
Some of these seeds were named. Others remained unnamed.All of them are still working underground.
As the year closes, I’m not rushing to define what comes next. I’m letting these seeds rest, trusting that their timing is wiser than my urgency. What wants to grow will reveal itself—slowly, organically, in its own season.
If this year brought endings for you, I hope they also created space.
If it brought exhaustion, I hope rest finds you.
If it brought quiet, I hope you can hear what the quiet is teaching.
Thank you for being part of this field of attention, inquiry, and practice.
I wish you a gentle closing of the year—and a new cycle that unfolds from the inside out.