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WELCOME
To the DIWAN of a Wanderer Woman

“If your heart has been whispering for a peaceful creative space woven with healing, dreams and beauty…
Breathe in … you’ve arrived”
  • THE ART OF CHOOSING ME
    Letters to the Woman in the mirror
    The rediscover of my Selfworth
    Reflections about Womahood & Self Healing
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  • BOTANICAL DIWAN
    A Natural Dye Garden Project
    A space for Women to gather, learn & grow
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  • NOMADIC WANDERLUST
    “Notes of my Journeys, Through Cultures & visual Epiphanies”
    Volunteering
    notes
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  • SCENTED ALCHEMY
    My Selfmade collection
    of perfumes and other scents
    that bring my soul back to the Maghreb
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The Woman Behind the Wanderlust"
“I was never meant to fit—I was meant to bloom wildly, even in the Desert.” .
Hi, I am Verónica, the tiny woman behind Noavy
My goal is just To be me … Unapologetically, untamed as a desert bloom of rebellion and grace, a Nomadic Wanderer, finding home everywhere, unafraid to explore the unknown. Weaving a journey of healing, colors, beauty, and eco prints. Today, I choose to be the woman I’ve worked hard to become—living a life that i always avoid to live … with a cup of mint orange tea and barefoot in the process.
"الوحدة بالنسبة للمرأة حرية تخيف الآخرين." "The Solitude of a woman is a freedom that frightens others."

FATEMA MERNISSI -MOROCCO-
“You do not travel if you are afraid of the unknown. You travel for the unknown, that reveals you with yourself.”

ALEXANDRA DAVID-NÉEL
“One can only really travel if one lets oneself go and takes what every place brings without trying to turn it into a copy of one’s home.”

FREYA STARK
“I am not a woman who is afraid of life. I see it as a grand adventure.

GERTRUDE BELL
“The traveller sees what he sees. The tourist sees what he has come to see.”

FREYA STARK
“A wanderer is a philosopher, a poet, a seeker who has found a thousand ways to learn that the world is not a place of boundaries.”

ALEXANDRA DAVID-NÉEL

The Art of Choosing Me


There was a time I searched for love by silencing myself - A time I bent and broke just to belong. . . But when i almost gave up .... -yeah , exactly how you imagine- Life, the desert, and the woman in the mirror reminded me that my softness is sacred.

That choosing me is not selfish - It is an act of love to myself.
This space is where I gather the scattered pieces - Where I write to the woman I once was.
Where I tend to wounds with words and plant small seeds of healing in the soil of womanhood.
Here, you’ll find:
♡ Letters to the woman in the mirror.
♡ The rediscovery of my self-worth. 
♡ Reflections on womanhood & Self-Care 
Come as you are.
Read slowly.
Choose yourself, too.
Every single day