November 4, 2026 (7)

"healty productivity"

Today I have group therapy. My creative plans for this afternoon (drawing with a friend) have been cancelled - he's not feeling well. That’s opened up some space for a bit more introspection. I ask myself: What can I do today, and what do I actually feel like doing? I want to be productive, but pretty quickly I come to the conclusion that having some creative space, just like taking a break, is productive in itself.  Today, I want to give myself that space. I need it, and I’ve known that for a long time. So I decide to go to therapy and just see what the day brings, allowing myself to feel whatever comes up and see where it takes me.



November 3, 2026 (6)

"the path of least resistance"

Today, I’m writing about resistance. Julia Cameron writes about it in her book, and I want to look my resistance straight in the eye. I’m curious to hear what it has to tell me today, because I’ve been learning so much from her for such a long time. I’m having a conversation with my inner critic and my lack of self-confidence. It’s painful to often feel like you’re not good enough. Imposter syndrome really gets a hold of me. And yet, I keep creating. I keep exploring. Because deep down, at my core, I know who I really am. I’m not the imposter; I simply feel it. I’m not the resistance; I simply feel it. As I ask the universe and my guides for help, I hear my dad say, “Why don’t you just take the path of least resistance?” I have to laugh, because my mom used to throw that line at my dad all the time (with a very negative tone of voice). She thought he was lazy and said at least once a day, “Ugh, it’s always the path of least resistance with you, Jos.”

I think my dad might have a point. Maybe I can let go of trying to figure out my “resistance” for a while and, instead, focus on feeling where there’s the least resistance. My resistance shows up when I feel that I have to perform, when I have to do things I don’t feel like doing.  I feel like I have to perform when I’m giving too much of myself away and not getting enough back. That’s not the right path. At least, not my path. Whenever I feel like I have to perform, the universe points me in the other direction - the right direction. The path of least resistance.



November 1, 2026 (4)

"red pastel"

Yes, I do a lot! And I love everything I do. I’m just not someone who fits into a box, and that’s exactly what makes me who I am. Still, I regularly doubt myself. Do people actually understand what I do? Is it too much? But then I quickly find myself thinking: why should I have to adapt myself to the world? There’s nothing wrong with being who I am, with all my different sides, layers and facets. I’m simply a multifaceted person, with so much to offer the world.

When someone asks me what I do, I usually say that I express myself in all kinds of creative ways and that I create space for others to heal. I do that through making mediumistic art and intuitive photography, but also by offering consultations, demonstrations and meditation sessions. Everything I do revolves around helping people reconnect with their authentic core. To come back to who they truly are, so they can live a meaningful, healthy life and experience genuine happiness. Because happiness is our natural state of being. The only “problem” is everything that stands between us and that happiness.

I’ve always been drawn to what lies beneath the surface. I’m good at recognising resistance and seeing what might be holding someone back. Through art and meditation, we can gently explore old patterns, move through difficult emotions and make space for something new. Because when we move through what stands in our way, we come closer to our authentic core — to who we truly are.

For a long time, I’ve been wondering what the actual common thread is in my work. Yesterday, I hosted a meditation evening with Sterre, a friend of mine. We did a creative exercise. I joined in. We intuitively created an abstract drawing. The idea was that it didn’t have to be beautiful. We just had to follow our feelings. We were sitting in the dark, randomly picking up crayons, pencils and oil pastels, and painting with watercolours. I started by drawing a figure with a black pencil, then later picked up a few pastels. It wasn’t until I turned on the light that I could actually see which colours I’d used and what I had drawn. Sterre and I switched seats and shared what we felt when looking at each other’s drawings. She said, “I see a path, I see a lot. But that’s exactly what the path is. It feels feminine, connected through individuality, and I feel fire". Then she pointed at the figure and said one word: faith. Later, I took another good look at my drawing, and I noticed the red line running through the figure. And suddenly, I realised: the figure represents me, I am the common thread running through it all.

I don’t need to adapt myself to the world. I am who I am, and that’s why people come to me. Simply because I’m just being myself.

October 31, 2026 (6)

"for the introspective soul"

As I write today, I feel the spiritual world gently tapping me on the shoulder. 'They' have a message for you — a message of love and growth. A message to reflect on, and words to carry with you into your meditation: "Confront the silence and resistance, looking them straight in the eye, and don’t waste time on anything other than silence and resistance. You learn the most by sailing troubled seas, across an ocean of turbulent waves."

October 30, 2026 (5)

"Inspired by chagall"

The freer the soul, the more abstract the painting becomes.

October 27, 2026 (2)

"grief in my body"

I can feel that my grief has taken hold somewhere deep inside my body. I can only really get in touch with it when I engage my body, through dancing, for example. And yet, that’s exactly where I feel the most resistance. I have no trouble turning inward, focusing my attention on my mind, and meditating for hours. I can easily meditate for two hours a day, but I keep avoiding the deeper layers. I know that the answers I’m looking for lie beneath my grief -  so it's time to face it.

October 26, 2026 (1)

"Art & ceremony"

My art is a ceremony. Turn inward with her, and meditate. Gaze at her. Feel what she does to you. Feel what the colours do to you.

My art has desires of its own, too, and sets certain conditions for the ceremony. She asks for a scent, specific lighting, and a particular space.

My art is an invitation to transform.

OCTOBER 25, 2026 (9)

"Bhikkhuni"

I feel like a Buddhist monk.

Buddhist monks help people understand the Buddhist path and apply its teachings to their lives. They do this by talking with people, offering guidance, and helping them reflect on things like grief, loss, and fear. They also support people in their spiritual growth, teaching them how to deal with suffering, desire, anger, and uncertainty.

- This is something I do in my own sessions, demonstrations, and consultations, too.

Monks also guide people through meditation, teaching them techniques to calm the mind, become more mindful, and develop a deeper understanding of themselves and life.

- Meditation is a big part of my life, too, and I'm 110% convinced that meditation can help you get to the heart of things surprisingly quickly.

Monks also pass on knowledge, keeping Buddhist teachings and traditions alive by sharing them with others.

- In my own way, I do something similar. I share wisdom, teach people about Reiki and Buddhism, and talk to them about life and the lessons it has to offer.

Even though I’m different from a Buddhist monk in many ways — I’m a psychic medium, an artist, and a creative soul — deep down, at my core, I feel like a monk.

October 24, 2026 (8)

"I just want to write"

Today is an important day. I’ve decided to start writing again. I’ve been writing ever since I was a kid—I still remember having this Roald Dahl notebook that I filled to the brim with my thoughts and feelings. As I got a bit older and smartphones were becoming a thing, I moved my writing over to social media (Instagram). I was completely myself, but I quickly realized how easy it was for other teenagers to criticize what I wrote and posted. Because of my history with being bullied, I couldn't handle that criticism. So I dimmed my light, adapted, and only wrote and posted what I thought others wanted to hear and see. That way, I could never do anything "wrong," and the chance of getting criticized was tiny. I lost a piece of myself—a piece of my soul.

Fortunately, I found her again. A few years ago, I could already hear her whispering. I started out with short poems. I wrote a few, but my extreme perfectionism just drained all my energy. Thoughts like "what if people think I'm an amateur?" and "is this even good enough?" were constantly fighting with my inner child. It made me sad. So I pushed it away again and denied my desire to write. Starting to write again today means coming back to who I truly am at my core. And I’m so proud of that! After 10 years of therapy, personal and spiritual growth, and meditation, I’m finally returning to my light, free, creative self. Even now, my inner critic is dropping by to say hello. She’s asking me what the point is, why I would even put this online. I’m telling her with love that she can leave now. She’s not needed anymore. I just want to write. I want to show up as myself. I don’t need a reason. It’s good just as it is.