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I still catch myself reaching for my phone to call her. We used to talk every single day, sometimes just a few minutes, sometimes an hour. She died of breast cancer months ago, but my thumb still hovers

Today I finally felt something soften, as if my body and mind gave themselves permission to breathe again after the heaviness of grief that has been sitting with me these past weeks. When Bjorn came home

Today I almost reached 10,000 steps , thanks to a lovely walk with my hubby and some tidying around the house. It felt good to take it a little easier after the weekend, just enjoying the holiday vibe

Today’s walk was different from yesterday. We went to a small festival in my husband’s hometown. It was lovely to bump into some old friends, exchange a few smiles and words, and just wander along without

Today was the first day walking again after another flare. The weather was kind, about 27°C with a fresh breeze, and I gladly joined my husband on his afternoon walk. It’s always a strange feeling to “start

After two full days of office work and juggling exam week logistics for the kids, today was about movement, presence, and shared joy While waiting for the children, I made the most of the downtime by squeezing

This week marks the final stretch of exams for my children and with the school buses no longer operating in our area, that means I’ve taken on the role of full-time driver. The day is chopped into pieces:

Today was one of those Mondays: full of movement, energy, and a little chaos. The kind that makes you laugh and sigh at the same time Both my kids had exams… but naturally, not at the same time. That would

Today wasn’t a step-count triumph, unless talking counted We made a spontaneous trip to Luxembourg without the kids, which meant uninterrupted conversations, a quiet car, and long, flowing chats from border

After an emotional day yesterday, reuniting with the friends of my dearest, now-departed best friend, today felt like the perfect day to shift gears. We took two of the kids and headed to Walibi, Belgium,

A thought about staying kind, even when it would be easier not to Author unknown Turns out, soft is not the same as fragile Let me just say it right away. Being soft in this world sometimes feels like

The sky had a minor meltdown again this week. Not the kind where it weeps gently, one poetic drop at a time, but the kind that throws buckets your way. Classic Belgian pre-summer drama. If you’ve been

Belgian weather and other natural disasters Apparently it was my birthday yesterday. I always forget, like clockwork and evvery single year. Not even sure how old I’m supposed to be now, somewhere between

A quiet thought about stillness, frustration, and trusting the lull The disappearing act Some mornings, I wake up and everything just feels heavier. I look at my list, the dishes, the little things waiting

A quiet thought about guilt, stillness, and letting yourself breathe When rest feels like a reward I used to think I had to earn my rest. That it came after everything was done, after I had ticked every

A thought about love that keeps walking with you, even while the dogs are barking Some people grow apart. We grew into After twenty years, you’d think we’d run out of things to say. You’d think the

A Nathalie-Style blend of Shaolin, Yoga, Stoicism and laundry Let me tell you about the fish I don’t know where it came from. One day I had three dogs, two cats, two teenagers, one chaotic self and a decent

A thought about daily anchors, coffee, and creating beauty in the ordinary It’s not about being perfect, it’s about being present Ritual is a big word, but I’ve come to love it for the small things. Not

A thought about change, chaos, and the quiet return to who I am Somewhere between the chickens and the casseroles, I misplaced a few parts of myself It’s not like I woke up one day and thought, well, I’m

(and my head) That one drawer We all have one, don’t we? That drawer in the kitchen that makes a small noise of shame every time we open it. Mine is full of things I might need one day. Pens that don’t