I can sit in a park and look at flowers or plants for a long time, longer than most people would probably find normal. I end up looking at the leaves, the texture, the different shades of green, the small details you only notice when you actually stay with it. It’s a very specific way of looking. You either do it, or you don’t. And it’s the same thing that happens at Museum Plantin-Moretus. The botanical drawings there are so precise that you can’t really look at them quickl

I’ve been feeling this more and more in my own life lately. For a long time, everything was about accumulation. Visibility, things, noise. And somehow that became the definition of success. But it doesn’t feel right anymore to me. There’s this quiet shift happening. People are starting to care less about how things look, and more about how they feel. Energy matters more now. How someone shows up, how a place makes you feel, how you feel in your own body. It’s no longer just

We are not getting younger. That’s simply reality. And yet sometimes it feels as if we are all quietly competing with a former version of ourselves. As if the goal is to look like we did at twenty-eight instead of becoming more powerful at thirty-eight. The last time I was in Paris, something caught my eye. In a very cool, very hip restaurant, the hostess wasn’t twenty-three. She was older. Impeccably dressed, calm, completely at ease. She wasn’t performing youth or trying to

Last year in Ibiza I did a horse coaching session with Guardian Horses . I had no big expectations. I think I just felt curious. It turned out to be one of the most intense experiences I have ever had. There was one horse I immediately felt drawn to. I cannot explain it better than that. She just felt calm, beautiful and solid. At some point during the session I noticed that every time I stepped into the shadow, the horse gently pushed me forward into the sun. Not aggressivel

I didn’t plan on writing about this book. I had tried to read it before and never really made it through. It felt heavy, layered, something I didn’t quite have the space for at the time. Looking back, that already said enough. When I picked it up again recently, I didn’t start with the intention to finish it. I opened it somewhere in the middle, in a chapter about creativity, and came across a passage that stopped me. Not because it was beautifully written, but because it fel

I’ve never really understood the rush of January, the sudden urgency around New Year’s resolutions, the idea of a “new me” and the pressure to plan, reinvent and optimise the year ahead. Every year we are told to set new goals and habits at exactly the moment when winter seems to ask for something entirely different. Not for beginnings, but for endings. For rest. For me, winter has always been a time to slow down, to reflect and to turn inward. Nature does the same. Animals