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04/05/2025

You set the scene
I’ll be painting a dream

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Hands up if you want a sunrise photoshoot at the lake?

03/05/2025

I keep flying because I am star-bound
not made of someone else’s choosing,
but a flesh of fire and faith,
a breath borrowed from the Infinite.

Sometimes the sky folds over me with questions,
and the winds change without warning.
But I no longer ask for certainty
I ask for presence,
for the hand of grace to hold mine
as I walk this trembling edge of love and letting go.

I belong to the space in between stars,
to the pulse of something ancient
that never promised answers
only the beauty of becoming.

The wind touches my cheek
like a memory too old to name.
And the ache in my chest?
It is not sorrow, but the echo of belonging.

As I speak what I need, life listens
reminding me of the soul that dreamed me into being.

I keep flying because I am love-bound
even when the sky goes quiet
the silence after prayer,
the sacred pause after making love,
the moment of yet another goodbye
because somewhere in the hush of it all,
life is still listening.
And all I’m ever saying, endlessly repeating:
Love,
Stay with me.

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25/04/2025

Some souls are here to climb mountains, and others are here to sit by the lake and remind the world how beautiful stillness is.

I was never meant to race the wind,
but to listen to it,
to dance with it,
to whisper to it the truths
only my soul remembers.

What moves me in life?
A devotion to presence,
to beauty,
to love.

I feel.
I rest.
I bloom on my own time.

19/04/2025

Antigua-
“We don’t know anything.”

That’s what I whispered to myself this morning as I opened my eyes. And for a moment, I didn’t try to know. I just felt it, how soft and vast it is to not know.
The weight of figuring it out dissolved into something holy.
A quiet, incomprehensible trust.

I play this game of life with one non-negotiable devotion.
Even if I fail in all else, even if I fall:
to keep trusting that life, in her wild intelligence,
knows my soul,
knows the deepest desires of my heart
and has my best interest
even when I forget.

How could anything ever truly go wrong, then?

It’s all here for us.
For our remembering.
For love.

So I sink a little deeper into this body,
into this breath,
into this moment.
I am here.

I am here to live a beautiful life.

Into the heart of life…
Shall we friends?

17/04/2025

With an inner leaning into curiosity, I ask:
What is it about certain places and souls
that make it safe to unfold into who we are
while others, unfamiliar and stirring,
disrupt the comfort just enough
to call us deeper into ourselves?
Both are medicine.

14/04/2025

Silent Retreat at Casa Floresta this weekend with

Calm.
Present.
Aware.
At ease.

Breathing in, I know I am
breathing in.
Breathing out, I know I am
breathing out.

All is passing.
All the more reason to pause, to witness the sacred that surrounds us, that is us.
This beauty is who we are.
How simple…

11/04/2025

I am responsible for what I am capable of
for the joy I can cultivate within myself and share with others.
I am responsible for being kind, but not for carrying more than I can hold.
Responsibility is no longer a burden
it is a sacred choice.
A quiet yes to the fields of my life,
where I plant seeds from the heart
and trust what blooms will be rooted in truth.

Too often, we carry what doesn’t belong to the path of our dreams
and wonder why we’re too tired to build the life we long for.
It’s not about avoiding effort,
but aligning our effort with what truly matters.
I say no to what drains me,
so I can say yes to what ignites me.
I follow the threads of highest excitement
because only then can I tell the stories
of a life that’s fully, deeply lived.

04/04/2025

When life invites you to Tulum,
You also go to Bacalar and have Guacamole everyday.
Because tomorrow is never promised. That’s the biggest invitation to be here now.

24/03/2025

I lost count of the children sitting on their dads’ shoulders tonight. I prayed for them all to keep growing joyfully, each discovering the unique flavor of their voice. To sing in togetherness, to dance with one another without fear or shame. May our children grow up with art and the freedom to express themselves. Thank you to the artists - .musica -who pave the way. We are the beautiful life we dream of. 💛

23/02/2025

I stopped and turned around to watch my friends playing music before I left for home last night for a minute.
The inspiring musician, the kind eyed one, the funny friend, the old friend from another chapter, the new friend who started another. The friend who held my hand when I was scared, the friend who hugged me when I felt overwhelmed. The friend whose smile is warmer than the sun, the friend who always shows up, the friend who brings everyone together. The shy, quiet friend whose subtle presence is calming. The friend who makes delicious food, the loud friend whose laughter is sometimes a bit much, the super talented friend, the socially awkward friend, the romantic friend, the empowering friend. The oldest friend, the youngest friend, the friend who’s always off rhythm, the friend who always listens, the friend who sees it all, the friend who knows everyone. The friend who loves like a mother, the friend who supports like a father, the friend I love like a brother, the friend who protects me like a sister… all of them all together… in the most beautiful constellation. The miracle of life bringing this unique, once in a life time synchronistic gathering of the kindest kindred souls together. I watched them for a minute, my heart exploded with how much love I feel for them. Then sadness also came up, I will never be able to show or express how much I feel for each of these beings and even more so the coming together of them all. Then I realized this is what calls me deeper into love and God. Through the beauty of each friend, I expand in my capacity to merge with love.

I smiled at the beauty of how humanly wonderful we are. And knowing that there’s no end to this journey of loving, I held myself and took myself home knowing that tomorrow we will come together and sing again and maybe I will love and express more freely this time.

19/02/2025

Hi friends,
My name is Deniz. Welcome! 💛 Here, you’ll find lots of singing, moments of inspiring people creating art, and heartfelt sharing.
You’ll also see many beautiful faces, gatherings, and magical spaces of connection, because I’m a photographer, too. I live at Lake Atitlán, Guatemala, and I’m deeply grateful and excited to build a home here someday soon.
I love my friends. Truly. It feels like angels have come down to earth in the form of the people I hold dear. That is my biggest blessing in this life—to be surrounded by souls who feel like heaven.
I love to sing, too. I’m often told I have a beautiful voice, and I would love to sing with you. But I don’t feel comfortable in the spotlight. It might look like I’m shy, but honestly, in those moments, I feel like a four-year-old girl. Overwhelmed, scared, and panicked. This fear is part of what led me to leave home at a young age, searching for my voice. I thought I was looking for my song, but what I’ve been finding all along is love.
I cherish intimate/ acoustic/ indie / folk music, the kind that fills my lungs with fresh life. Maybe one day, I’ll create an album. I pray for the right connections and divine timing.
I love being in love with life. My biggest struggles are my Turkish passport and my inability to express what I truly feel in moments of conflict. So, all things considered, I’d say I’m pretty lucky.
I aspire to be better every day. Not because I’m not enough, but because I deserve it. To be a better human. Kinder, more peaceful. A more loving daughter. A more caring friend.
Sometimes, when I’m really happy, I cry. Yes, out of joy, but also because every time I feel deeply loved, the part of me that believes I’m unworthy of love heals a little. Sometimes, it’s hard to grasp just how much love surrounds me. It’s humbling.
My childhood dog is my spirit guide and my greatest protector.
I love playing outside in nature with friends, sharing food, and giggling endlessly at the silliest things. (Continues in the comments)

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