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Annika Roberts

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Women celebrating women. Celebrating our uniqueness. Our vibrancy. Our bodies. Our freedom. Our power. ⠀ ⠀ The way it should be. ⠀ ⠀ Women are basically given guidelines for what our bodies should look like and how we should act from a very young age
The more I invite abundance. And light. Joy. Dancing. Unconditional connection. Freedom. Right choice. ⠀ The ⠀ Better ⠀ My ⠀ Life ⠀ Becomes. ⠀ ⠀ The more I let life embrace me. Fuck me to it’s depth. Envelope me it magic. And sprinkle its trail
No words. Just shapes. Lines. Curves. Skin. Texture. Light. Art. Love. ✨ . . 📸 @vida_images
Realisations ✨⠀ Part 2 of 2 ⠀ ⠀ The cafe - on the other hand, has for the most part felt easy (which is another reason I was distracted by the coaching - things were flowing and too easy so I had to find a use for my time to make sure I was contribut
Realisations ✨⠀ Part 1 of 2 ⠀ ⠀ There was always more to my insistence on being a life coach. The idea somehow, that I needed something, a title or a business that would make a difference. Basically, I needed to be doing more than what I was. Even th
Musings from Paris ⠀ Part 2 of 2 ✨⠀ ⠀ It was a misalignment not of my why. But my how and my what. These are things I’m still figuring out. I know they lie along the path of my interest and my curiosity. Where that takes me - where I leave it t
Musings from Paris - 20/1⠀ Part 1 of 2 ✨⠀ ⠀ Lately I’ve been called to share. A little more authentically. A little more personally. A little bit more about my life than I have in let’s make is years (at least 2). I don’t quite know
[2 of 2] ✈️✨⠀ ⠀ It’s still there that dropping feeling. There’s a little sadness. That that space has closed. That specific space and time and everything that it meant to me. But just because that container has closed - I shouldn’t
A space between time ✨✈️ on coming home 📝 [1 of 2]⠀ ⠀ I feel a pit dropping out the bottom of my stomach. It might be the espresso. But it’s a familiar feeling. A sense of a loss. Or an emptying. Maybe not a loss in the sense of losing somethi
A feeling without a name 🌬⠀ ⠀ Perhaps I’d forgotten what I came here for. At first. The urgency was gone. The little betrayal of making the soul wait. Of not going when it knew it needed to. Because in the meantime I unwillingly dove deeper in
Today I played a game to see how many people in the streets would make eye contact or offer a smile. ⠀ ⠀ When did we all become so awkward and disconnected that eye contact scares us or that strangers are something to be avoided?⠀ ⠀ I got one smile a
Something can be said for a place that serves you water in wine glasses⠀ Where tap dancers take to the footpath in front of street bands⠀ Where old is older⠀ Doorways are grand ⠀ And the city knows it needs its art ⠀ ✨

Thanks for witnessing my experiment. Happy alchemising.