Jeanine Gasser

06/01/2026

nye, reyes, supermoon extravaganza 🎀✨

after listening to mecano’s “un año más” every año nuevo growing up and having no idea where or what la puerta del sol even was, it feels surreal to realise i now live ten minutes away (and could enjoy the nye fireworks from the comfort of my balcony). first time spending the holidays in spain, why did nobody tell me reyes is such a ✨big deal✨ here? what a delight it is to have a sunny winter and roscón to dunk in hot chocolate. forever humbled and blown away by the twists and turns life has in store.

31/12/2025

Well well well… 2025 was quite the year, wasn’t it?

Dreams came true (grüetzi Art Basel), nightmares came true (my storage with 10+ years of irreplaceable memories being stolen) and, just to up the ante on an already intense year, I decided to fully unpack my bags and dive headfirst into disruption: settling into a new city, starting a new job, and living a life that was a complete 180 from my previous chapter.

Ngl, this year felt sticky, damp, and heavy — thick with probing invitations to heal old wounds. As I arrive at the finish line with scraped knees, a swollen lip, wild eyes and a limp, I can’t help but reflect on what an absolute contrast this year has been to my 2024, which exploded with colour, lightness, and movement — and yet this unfolding feels natural, organic, and strangely right.

Life is balance. Contraction follows expansion.
This is the movement that keeps us alive.
Inhale, exhale.
A beating heart.
Both essential. Both sacred.

Mastery lies in inhabiting that intimate space beyond duality. In learning to recognise space within constriction; to embrace the darkness in the light and the light in the darkness — for all opposites exist within one another and complement each other. An infinite dance.

After being tenderised through endings, trying, falling, stripping, failing, and healing — through lessons that demanded a blood payment — here I am, standing after it all.

With a small voice, a part of me wants to offer a quiet petition to the universe: to be held with gentleness, love, and sweetness in this fresh new year.

Another, more courageous part, however, asks me to let even that go. I trust that my tiny human will is nothing compared to the intelligence of the universe, and (fear n’ all) I choose to surrender to its mysterious wisdom and unfolding.

May we continue to learn, in the school of life, how to live better, love deeper, and BE fully.

In prayer.
In love.

Happy 2026, beloveds. May we continue to be devoted to that which we want our life to stand for.

Let’s keep tenderly holding each other🫀

16/12/2025

My birthday this year was… a bit sad, so I decided to do a ‘do-over’ in the days that followed (which ofc included gardens, art, and plenty of good food). It reminded me of such a valuable lesson: we get to try again. We get to learn and do better. We get to repair and keep growing. We get to claim our agency and responsibility in choosing how we want to navigate a situation. This is why we’re in earth school after all — to keep learning together in the school of life. Muchas gracias for being here, you mean so much to me and I never take for granted the miracle of our paths crossing. Ilysm x

23/11/2025

The price of being alive is to care, to invest, to put skin in the game, to risk getting hurt – rather than remaining untouched observers, detached and unmoved, weary to put any chips in, cautiously standing next to the emergency exit. Neither winner nor loser. Neither dead nor alive.

13/11/2025

We’re always standing at the threshold of a new story, and we can begin again whenever we choose. After all, a fresh chapter commences in the ordinary moments of daily life, in the routines we follow, and in the subtle shift of swapping our habitual choices, thoughts, actions, and conversations (with ourselves and others) for unfamiliar ones.

We need only step a little “off character” to bring forth a different storyline.

Often, we crave change but resist the discomfort required to leave our familiar, uncomfortable comfort zones. The irony is, we’re already living in the very discomfort we try to avoid. Isn’t that how it always goes? Whatever we attempt to run from, we usually find ourselves running straight towards it—or right alongside it.

Thus, if you find yourself starting over I’m thrilled for you. This is a sacred time, a moment to decide what you truly wish to create in this next chapter. Commit to embodying that vision, allowing it to alter you in whatever ways are required for it to emerge from the inside out.

All the courage you may require is already within you, patiently waiting to support your journey.

You have full permission to begin again.

Who do you want to be? ♥️

11/11/2025

I live so I love

16/10/2025

flipo en colores 🎀🎨

16/10/2025

23/09/2025

wishing you a beautiful post-eclipse & equinox rebirth 🌀🫀

15/09/2025

Dragging my 23kg suitcase up seven floors (= résilience / jambes couvertes de bleus?), having a mousse mochi a day (always willing to cross the city for my daily fix), practicing my French with unprecedented audacity after being emboldened by strangers constantly asking me for directions, embracing my inner flâneuse to soak up the city’s beauté, nibbling on a pain au chocolat praliné I’d gladly add to my repas de dernière volonté, checking out Notre Dame after her rénovation (those vitraux are 🫠), eating at a bouillon for the first time (traditional restaurant serving hearty French cuisine in a communal atmosphere), discovering plenty of Asian cuisine gems to self-soothe and stop myself from hopping on a flight to Tokyo, and having cute conversations with the friendliest Parisiens — dear Paris, you’re toujours un plaisir. The first city I moved to on my own, and one that will be a part of me for life (u + me = oui).

07/07/2025

if you are a dreamer, come in ♡✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚