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Riding along into the light✨ ⠀⠀ Nearly 5 years ago, I wrote a haiku about youth and dreams and time. It still resonates. Maybe now more than ever, despite the passing of those 5 years of youth. ⠀⠀ I recently decided I will write a book. An autobiography. It’s an idea I have considered for some time - most heavily during the years filled with tears while dealing with my mom’s illness and dad’s psychosis. ⠀⠀ It’s not something I particularly want to do, but rather feel called to do. A new friend (and possible mentor) introduced me to an accomplished writer, “I invited my biographer, just thought you two should meet.” This new friend has no idea of my writing ability or aspirations, all she has seen is my copywriting for her event emails and Facebook posts. So to me, her inspiration to introduce us is some divine action at work. She was so right. This author and I immediately connected, we left the evening wishing we had more time together, she sent me a message soon after urging me to write: ⠀⠀ “Have the best time at [Burning Man]. You will get so so soooo much from it. Write the hell out of it and also what is going on with your beautiful mama.” ⠀⠀ That, friends, is my call to action. ⠀⠀ At the very least, my family story will be a warning to women enduring any kind of abuse, to get the fuck out before it fucks them beyond repair. And that is definitely worth writing, because even if no publisher is interested and I choose to self publish on Amazon or whatever - it could result in one download by one woman motivated to make one decision that changes the course of her life. Well hell, that’s worth however many hours it takes me to get the story out. ⠀⠀ I have lived a lot of lives in not too long of time. With clipped wings (circumstance) but a LOT of wind (opportunity), I managed to fly, and maybe that’s worth writing about too. ⠀⠀ Today I’m 24, going on 25. It’s young, but getting up there - halfway through the years I’m most stoked for, my 20s. But I welcome the passing of time. Let it pass, compiling lessons and memories. May my mind process it and fingers turn it into the art of my life. ⠀⠀ There is time for all: all dreams, drives, and desires.
Allow me to introduce myself: My name is Yasmin. Define me as you please - whatever your view, it is just as true as mine of you. • I am the driver of my destiny but a passenger of the world. • I sit and study myself and others. • Hugging swinging strangers in coffee shops because our spirits were free to meet. • Making harmonious eye contact with people passing by, exchanging smiles like hard candy; a lingering sweetness. • I’m a weird girl living in a weird world. #cabarete
Dominican Daze I don't seek the American dream. I've already lived that dream and it was a bit of a nightmare. I've lived and experienced different variations and many had their distinct variation of hellishness. So for now, I’ll stay wide awake - exploring other dreams in different parts of the world. • I’ve found one here on the North Shore of Dominican Republic: A conscious community of expats from all over (Canada, States, Venezuela, Argentina, UK, EU, India, and beyond) who have manifested a new dream, a lucid one that I’m happy to enter and play around in for awhile. • Where farms replace pharmacies and days begin with waves and end with wind. Where smiles are abundant, minds are wide, and hearts are open. • I’ve taken a semi-sabbatical so I can take it all in. Skating around, stretching and meditating for hours on end, learning to kite, loving to write, building a website (or 2 or 3) and developing my new dream. • I’ll be here. Living in instinct and intuition, free from former feelings of anxiety and existentialism. With so much love in my heart it radiates towards others without any effort. I’ll write more about how I got to this point in a future post (spoiler alert: it involves Amazonian medicines and ancient teachings) in the meantime, I’ll be livin the dream. 🙏🏽✨♥️
What’s my story? - I am often asked about myself and watch as eyes widen in amazement while I recite the boilerplate of my current epoch: “I’m nomadic. Fully, since last May. I work online. Digital marketing and copywriting. Mostly Europe, the Caribbean and the states. Yes, blessed.” I say, answering their questions, asked and unasked. - Last July, I was hypnotized. Either that or I took a nap... coincidentally falling asleep during the first count and awaking precisely to the sound of the second count. - When I came back to full consciousness, I was told I had been instructed to read the story of my life and write the next chapter. I was warned that I’d be in a hyper-energetic state for the next 24-48 hours and to pay close attention to my thoughts and feelings. So I did. - I couldn’t quite tap into reading what I’d written. Only one thing was clear: I had not written my current partner into the next chapter. Three weeks later, that relationship ended. I still can’t decide if that was a self-fulfilling prophecy or not. I know I had no conscious intention to end it, I even actively made moves to preserve it. But alas, it was not written and thus ended. - [Insert your belief here: God, universe, intuition, divine spirit, guardian angel, fairy godmother] Whatever it may be, there’s an enigmatic guiding force that pushes us to do what our feeble conscious minds refuse to do. - As I move forward with this nomadic thing: embracing the feelings of otherness and insecurity that mirror those of freedom and oneness, I’ll continue to write my story as it happens...until the next time hypnosis happens. Which is soon I hope, because that ish was dope. - #remotework #nomadlife #digitalnomad #homeful #bigchop #hypnotism #hypnotherapy
This is a much overdue Sean Appreciation Post. If you’re looking for inspiration on how to be an incredible friend, look to this guy. Not only did he score us VIP tix to see my favorite band, with a meet and greet 😭😍🙈 but a few days later, he hopped on a plane to Dominican Republic to help me fix up an apartment; where he led the charge and did most of the heavy lifting (both figuratively and literally) expecting nothing in return. I don’t know what I did to deserve a friend like Sean, but I’m infinitely grateful. I can only aspire to be as good a friend to the people in my life, as he’s been to me. Gracias amigo, te amo muchísimo.
Exploring like Columbus (without the genocide, enslavement and rape)