Yoga studio. www.nxt-u.be
17/08/2026
Next week, I’ll heading to Hebron, where I’ll be volunteering as an English teacher.
If you’d like to support the work being done on the ground, Chuffed.org (a crowdfunding platform supporting social justice and community-lead initiatives) makes it incredibly easy to contribute. ❤️
Link in bio.
🕊️🤍✨
28/07/2026
Languages. You’ve gotta love ‘em. Right? 🥴
Learning a language can bring up a surprising amount of emotion, as I know all too well from wrestling with Arabic. Some days, it feels like my brain is doing CrossFit.
Yesterday, a friend of mine made an interesting observation in response to a post I shared:
“𝘈𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝙜 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴.”
What a fascinating way of looking at it.
The idea that taking on a language other than your own isn’t merely about words and grammar, but that it also somehow affects your brain, raises an interesting question:
𝗗𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱? 𝗗𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸? 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘀𝗼, 𝗵𝗼𝘄?
That’s certainly one of the reasons I’m so excited to start this journey with you.
Would you still like to join my online English Conversation Club?
I’d love to have you there. 🫶🏼
Just send me a DM, and I’ll happily show you the ropes. 😉
09/07/2026
One of the smartest (and best!) things I did to improve my Arabic was commit to weekly Levantine Arabic conversation classes.
As I (reeeeeeally!!) had to get over myself and simply start talking, it boosted my confidence. Because let’s be honest: learning a new language can be a bit messy in the beginning. 😅
The unexpected bonus? You move beyond grammar, straight to the heart of what language is really about: connecting with people who, just like you, think the stumbling is worth it.
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗜’𝗺 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗘𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿.
New language. New lens. New connections.
Interested in joining a small summer cohort? Great! DM me. 🌍
Maybe we should try new wings
To escape the entanglement
Of our wounded souls.
🪶
At ChangeNOW, I attended a panel with Nemonte Nenquimo and Chief Tapi Yawalapiti.
I expected to be in awe of her.
And I was.
But what stayed with me was someone else.
The woman sitting to her left.
Her interpreter.
—
Years ago—decades, actually—on my first trip to Mexico, I learned about La Malinche.
An Indigenous woman who stood between two worlds.
Interpreter. Mediator. Bridge.
Some call her a traitor.
Others, the mother of a nation.
I remember being fascinated by that paradox.
I was still a teenager, and it hadn’t yet occurred to me that a person could be both at once.
—
And sitting there at ChangeNOW, I felt that same kind of awe again.
Watching the interpreter navigate the space between languages so gracefully—
owning each word, almost like a mother owns a child,
knowing the real test is how you let it go into the world.
She translated everything with precision.
But also with feeling.
Not too much. Not too little.
Just enough to carry the weight of the message.
She was magnificent.
—
It made me realise something simple.
We often think impact belongs to those on stage.
But they rarely stand there alone.
Change also belongs to those who stand in between.
Who carry meaning.
Who make understanding possible.
The modern-day Malinches.
—
I tried to find her name, but couldn’t.
So if you know her—please tell her this:
She reminded me why this work matters.
Because we are nothing but words without meaning
if we stop relating to each other.
🌟
Thanks for putting together this amazing event
19/02/2026
Had the most fantastic post-yoga conversation with Lynn Corten at this morning.
We wandered from female entrepreneurship straight into the woods of authenticity, two topics I find myself thinking about a lot these days.
When I started freelancing straight out of , no one talked about mindset or impact. I didn’t see myself as an “entrepreneur.” I just needed a VAT number to do good work and to be captain of my own ship: my time, my mind, my agenda.
Back then, self-employment wasn’t wrapped in the existential quilt it wears today.
Social media was fun. It offered a window into my little shop. Loving travel, books, and yoga wasn’t branding, it was a convenient way of reminding my clients that however ‘corporate’ they wanted me to be, they’d always find it hard to switch off my creative urge to make my efforts sound or feel ‘special’.
Then Covid happened.
Authenticity gradually became performative. The more we shared, the more it felt diluted.
So here’s where I stand now:
Do I embrace technology as a tool for connection? Or step back to protect my integrity? And if I do, do I risk missing a golden opportunity?
If my authentic self falls in a forest and no one is around to like it, does it even exist?
😱😱😱
Back to this morning.
By nine, Lynn and I agreed: debate is healthy. Authenticity is powerful, but fragile. And realness starts when two people meet somewhere between knowing who they are and being open to change.
So here’s to unexpected encounters and great conversation.
But most of all, here’s to keeping things real.
xoxo,
Galadriel ✨🌿
Ken jij al? 🌈