About me

My name is Verónica — and someone once told me I am a Story in motion.

    ... perhaps… they were right.

I was born 45 years ago, in a faraway land nestled between the Andes and the Pacific Ocean — under the wide, raw skies of Chile.

My beginnings were not easy. Life carved deep valleys into me early on.

But instead of breaking me, i learnt to carry that with me - not as a burden, but as a strenght.

Somewhere between the winds of the Cordillera, the gray winters of Germany, and the sun-kissed silence of Morocco… I began to remember who I truly was.

A woman. A creator. A wanderer. A soul still learning to bloom. A Free Woman — discovering that in a faraway warm land ... the “Free People” are the Amazigh, and they have their own symbol . . .

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i felt deeply connected to it ... and now I wear it close to my heart.

In my longing for a simpler, gentler way of living — one that honors the earth rather than harms it — I fell in love with eco-printing, and from there, a quiet revolution began.

Leaf by leaf, I built a natural dye garden, where color is a prayer, and time slows down like a natural meditatation.

Here, I practice mindful gardening, sacred slowness, and the art of transforming life into beauty.

I am not healed — I am healing.

And with every petal, pigment, and page, I’m choosing myself again.

What you’ll find here is not perfection.

What you’ll find is truth.

Presence. Soul. Story.

Because I’ve learned something precious:

♡ You can create beauty from pain.

♡ You can write poems where there once were scars.

♡ You can grow a garden where you almost gave up.

This blog is my DYWAN . . .

Which in past times was not only a gathering place, a collection of poetry, a corner where sensitive and rebellious souls wrote what they couldn't keep quiet. 

But also a space for relaxation with cushions, mint tea and deep conversations, a kind of living room for the soul. 

This Diwan, is a place for every woman to go back to herself 

This is for your soul learning to trust your softness, 

to speak to the woman in your mirror with love — at last. 

The cushions are ready. 

The orange scent lingers in the air. 

And the mint tea is ready . . . 

Welcome to my DYWAN ... 

Welcome to you. . .♡