MY PASSIONS AT THE HEART OF EVERYDAY LIFE
Because I'm not just a nomadic writer. I'm also a woman of heart, body, rituals, and simple gestures. Over time, my passions have multiplied... and carried me forward. Yoga, animals, veganism, art, massage therapy—all these paths connect me to myself and to what surrounds me.🩵
Awakening of the body, surge of the soul
I meditate, I dance, I practice yoga, almost every day. These are my grounding rituals, my spaces to return to myself. They help me refocus, circulate energy, take care of my body, my mind, my breath.✨
Sometimes in silence, sometimes with music. Sometimes on the beach, sometimes in my cocoon, in the moment. Always guided by intuition, sensation, presence.
Over time, this intimate practice became a natural fit. I earned my official yoga teacher certification—and I also had the chance to lead classes in a sacred yoga shala, deep in the Colombian jungle.🧘🏽♀️ A structure open to nature, surrounded by leaves, birdsong, and filtered light. A magical, profound, and vibrant experience.
I also like to sing mantras, dance under the full moon, connect with the elements, with the invisible. I like to feel life, to vibrate with it. It's my body that speaks, it's my soul that listens.🌸
Son, my adventure companion...
No, I don't have a "human" child... But I have Fiston. My faithful four-legged companion, my big furry baby, my little man.
I've had several animals in my life. But there was Monsieur, the first to follow me on my Costa Rica adventure… And then Fiston. The one who has shared my life for years, who has lived through every turn, every detour, every migration.
From Costa Rica to Quebec (and the many moves in between), from Peru to Colombia, all the way to Panama… he has seen it all, felt it all, experienced it all with me. He adapts, observes, watches over me. He is my anchor in this life in motion.
I never dreamed of having children in the traditional sense. Dreams, yes. Impulses too. And a desire to love—in a different way. To care for him, to share my daily life, my landscapes, my silences… with him.
Fiston is the family I choose every day. And if you've read my novels, you know there's often a little paw print that slips between the lines…💛
One day, a few years ago, I was overwhelmed. I walked to the beach near my home in Costa Rica. And there, without warning, pigs came to me. They surrounded me, comforted me, almost mothered me. They felt my pain, my fragility. And I felt their love, their gentleness, their soul.
That day, I knew. I stopped eating meat. And a few days later, I went vegan.
Since then, I no longer see food the same way. For me, a piece of meat is a being. A heart. A life. I don't want suffering on my plate. I don't want death energy in my body. I don't lack anything. On the contrary: I feel more alive than ever.
My energy is clearer. My soul is at peace. My body is in harmony. I'm eating what truly nourishes me—vibrant, colorful, grounding foods. 🌿
It's my choice, my way of respecting life. Of loving it. Of celebrating it, in every bite.
Vegan and vibrant
Massage therapy,
care through touch
Just before hitting the road again, I rested my hands in Quebec. To soothe, relax, and envelop myself in presence. Massage therapy was, for a time, another way to transmit my light. To offer a moment outside of time. A space to breathe.
Today, my impulses carry me elsewhere. I no longer massage, but this gentle gesture remains within me. It infuses itself differently—in my words, in my novels, in what I unfold with heart.
And who knows... maybe one day, in a place yet to be created, I'll start welcoming you differently again. For now, I touch you with my stories.✨
Painting life my way
I am an artist at heart. I create with words, with images, with my gestures... and with everything that passes through me. Long ago, in my last little nest in Quebec, I painted every canvas, decorated every corner, imagined every detail so that my home reflected my inner world. It was sweet. It was vibrant.
Today, I live in motion. I don't have a studio, no walls to paint—but the creative impulse remains there, very much alive. And if one day a new place calls me, it's a safe bet that I'll pick up my brushes again. That I'll bring forth another world, in my image. Perhaps some of the paintings will one day find their way to you too...
