It’s Saturday.
I arrived early yesterday morning in Dubai, after twenty days moving around because of the conflict—India, Vietnam… and back here.
I’ll barely stay two days before flying to Ibiza, my beloved island.
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Today, I have a lot to do.
But I can’t.
I feel… sensitive.
Like Lucy, when she could hear everything around her.
As if I’m living in a parallel world—observing, connecting to everything that surrounds me.
And it creates this feeling inside me…
of peace, of softness, of quiet joy.
I’m sitting in a café called Orto.
It’s quite popular here in Dubai, just next to my home, overlooking the canal.
It has become a small, beautiful ritual.
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Those of you who have read me before—or know me—
know how much I love meditation.
And like everything I do,
I go deep.
But over the past months, work has taken over.
And it’s become harder to reach that depth.
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So I decided to fly to India once again.
To reconnect with one of the things I love most.
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Because of the store renovations in Ibiza, production, shipments, and everything else happening…
I couldn’t disappear completely into an ashram or a pagoda far from the world.
I needed something in between—
a place where I could still work a few hours a day,
but also give myself the space to go inward.
Even if just for three days.
I hesitated.
Many times.
I almost didn’t go.
But life has a way of placing the right people and the right circumstances in front of you…
so that what is meant for you finds you.
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And that’s how I ended up at the Osho Ashram.
Just a three-hour direct flight,
fifteen minutes from the airport,
and a comfortable hotel with Wi-Fi two minutes away.
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I’m not someone who follows gurus.
So discovering this place—with all its history—took me by surprise.
Of course, I had heard of Osho…
but only vaguely.
I’m not here to judge anything.
I simply lived the experience in my own way.
I followed what resonated with me.
I didn’t follow the full program.
I didn’t connect with everything.
I stayed mostly in silence.
With myself.
But I knew there was a reason I was there.
So I followed my intuition—
open to whatever the experience wanted to give me.
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And that’s how I discovered Qigong and Tai Chi.
At sunrise.
In a magical space called Buddha Grove.
Surrounded by birds singing,
the soft sound of women sweeping the ground with straw brooms,
the moon still visible in the sky,
and that fresh morning air that awakens your senses.
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And then…
there was Dilip.
My gift.
The real reason I was meant to be there.
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To meet a soul so pure,
so devoted to teaching,
so connected to energy…
full of love, wisdom and passion.
He captivated me.
And everyone else in that space.
Some people are born to shine—
and to make others shine.
And he does it with such humility, such simplicity…
that you can’t help but feel it.
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He offered to teach me before 7:30 a.m.
He could feel my curiosity, my hunger to learn.
And we played—like children—through those early morning practices.
Those moments became
one of the most fulfilling experiences I’ve had in a long time.
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The day I had to leave…
I cried.
Like a child.
I didn’t want to go.
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And then… I didn’t.
My flight was cancelled.
Dubai had closed its airspace.
The conflict with Iran had begun.
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So I stayed five more days.
Before eventually deciding to fly to Saigon
and continue moving forward with the factory.
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I reduced my meditation hours,
focused more on work,
but still kept my mornings with Dilip.
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I also designed a jewellery collection—
which I hope to launch this season
if I find the right manufacturer willing to commit.
India… is not easy.
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You know this space is very personal.
I don’t measure my words here.
I just… am.
I flow.
I write from my heart.
I respect my soul.
And I try to stay in balance.
With my feet on the ground—
leading and growing a company that expands every day.
And with my spirit alive—
where creation happens,
where everything I do becomes purpose.
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With love, always — from wherever I am becoming.
