Mami in Belize!

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My mother and her friend arrived to Belize today and we almost immediately hopped on the water taxi to spend the rest of the day on Caye Caulker. It’s wonderful to have her here!!

We walked around, played in the water, had fresh juices and enjoyed the sunset at the split, just like any other Saturday Caye Caulker style. Then dinner at Habaneros.. bliss!

So much fun to spoil these two ladies with some first class Belizean sea food, palm trees, and island lifestyle. Their exclamations of excitement and “oh wow, look at that beautiful palm tree/bird/water/sunset!!” “This.. tastes.. like.. heaven!” remind me of how amazing all of this actually is. I have to promise myself to not start taking things for granted or get blasé over beauty.

So much to appreciate.

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May all beings be happy and free.

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Love looking up and reading the quote in the ceiling of the yoga studio while stretching into a pose. It’s exactly why I go for the hot yoga classes on Saturday mornings; to get rid of tensions, breathe in the love, feel as one with all, and find my way to happiness again.

And then my sweet yoga instructor Michelle makes a refreshing and vitamin packed Mango-Ginger-Banana smoothie for me and I’m ready to rock the weekend.

Good morning, namaste.

Hold on

I got invited to share today. With a genuine “tell me” a space had been created for me to pour my mind and heart out in the presence of another human being. Yesterday a stranger, today a friend. The value of connecting in the midst of this detached reality..

“I think I want to dive in head first but it’s too high from here.”
“Is it deep enough?”
“Yes”
“So what’s the problem?”
“I don’t know, I’m just afraid I won’t get the right angle from here or something.”
“Sure you will. Do something each day that scares you. Go!”

Seconds later I was in the water. Laughing. Healing.

Sun, water, music, people, mojitos, lobster and shrimp. A quiet Sunday in appreciation of the nearby sea and palm trees.

“A hug should last for more than six seconds, that’s the time it takes for the body to start releasing oxytocin.”

There are strangers out there who insist on hugs and won’t let go of you until you’ve started healing. What a beautiful realization.

Om Shanti

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If I am going to continue channelling all my energy into strength and self defence twice a week.. and dance like a life-loving maniac each Wednesday.. I need to open up, breathe in all the love, stretch and release on the weekends. At least when I stay in town. It’s all in the balance.

I’m so happy to have transformed my frustration over the lack of an active social life and people to hug into this personal journey.

Have a beautiful weekend, all.

Update, an hour later: Who are you trying to fool, my dear? You are absolutely fed up with being all alone without anybody to talk about life with. You love hugs and you love to connect.

And then there was chocolate.

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Yum.

We’ll never be like them – No one is like we are.

“I’m waking up and remain in bed. I can feel you breathing. The whole world is awake, you’re shutting off. Will this become easier some day? This is where I want to be, although I shouldn’t. Come a little closer. I can see you thinking that you should leave..

Please just turn around, give me something to dream about, we’ll never be like them..

No one is like we are. People all around but. No one is like we are. All we know. No one is like we are. High above the ground. No one is like we are. And so what? No one is like we are. And you are just like me. No one is like we are. I’m of another kind. No one is like we are. It’s never going to be like it’s supposed to. No one is like we are..

I’m waking up in a different city. Where I’m not supposed to be. I’m imagining how it all could be. This heat is making me weak. Nobody knows that you’re just like me. Stay a little longer. I’m saying your name but I get no response.

Please just turn around, give me something to dream about, we’ll never be like them..

No one is like we are. People all around but. No one is like we are. All we know. No one is like we are. High above the ground. No one is like we are. And so what? No one is like we are. And you are just like me. No one is like we are. I’m of another kind. No one is like we are. It’s never going to be like it’s supposed to. No one is like we are!


Little Jinder & Melo – Inga e som vi e (2014)

Listening to the pink, fluffy and very high pitched love duet by Little Jinder and Melo. The video is continuing on the satirical and stereotype pushing wave that Swedish pop lately has been riding, and it’s all just sugar-coated and cheesy enough to create a double-negative and turn the experience into something beautiful. I believe. And then there’s of course the sincere looking making-out session, and the high quality video and light, accompanied by, again, overly cheesy editing. You know that wonderful, warm, sunny bubble that turns you into an irrational, giggling, emotional and constantly overwhelmed fuzzball? Yes, that one. Even the video manages to capture the sweet absurdity of it, and Little Jinder explains further in an interview with the magazine Nöjesguiden:

“A lot of your music, and this video, seems to be about capturing a certain feeling. Is this song about being super-duper mega in love?”

“- Exactly. I think it’s interesting how you just “lose it” when you feel very strongly for other people, both negatively and positively. This particular song highlights the need of creating a bubble that can maintain the conviction that what you feel is totally unique and very, very right.”

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And me? I got late for the dinner I was getting dressed for when this song started playing on my streaming radio. The urge to flow around, sing along, and press repeat was too strong to ignore, and I was filled with a feeling of love for the world, happiness for finding time to cultivate my work-out endorphins, and just.. calm. Then I got dizzy from spinning around and realized I should get going, so I threw on my long black dress, painted my lips red to match my freshly bruised knuckles, and jumped into the car.

Danza Revelation Belize – Meet the gang.

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“How you feelin’ my Revelationaries?” “Awoogah!!” “I caan’t hear yooou!” “AWOOOOOGAH!!”

Cricel Castillo is our mountain of energy. The dancer, turned fitness freak, turned body building diva leads her Danza Revelation classes the way you would want all fitness instructors to be, with insane amounts of positive energy, always pushing it to the limit, always encouraging, and with a new surprise in each and every class. Sometimes we do special event Danza, such as the time when the room was left dark and Cricel brought in a DJ with disco lamps to play for us in a nightclub athmosphere. She has designed the programme herself, and you can instantly tell she loves her sexy choreographies as much as we do, and that she does is as part of her own work out routine. We’ve become a gang, there’s no doubt about it. We even have our own Whatsapp group where we share photos and shout-outs of awesomeness. And we hug.

If you’re in Belize City and would like to join us, it’s easy: Wednesdays at 17.30, Body 2000, upstairs. It’s only 10BZD per class plus a one-time 5BZD registration fee, and you don’t even need to pay or register for the gym. Then there’s of course also the The Revelation Bootcamp on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 5am in the BTL park – which is another Cricel-designed adventure but way too early for my face. She does occasionally have a bootcamp in the weekends though, and last time was SO MUCH FUN. There’s going to be one on Saturday August 30th at 7am, so I’ll try to get up for that one. Come join!

Anyway, enough text – here are some visual goodies. Awoooogah!

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