🌿 A Love Letter to Koh Phangan

Koh Phangan, you taught me how to listen.

To the wind dancing through the palms.

To the ocean whispering in rhythm with my breath.

To the voice within me — the one I had forgotten to hear.

There’s something about you.

The way the sun slowly rises over the horizon,

how the light paints the sky in shades of pink, gold, and stillness.

How the days flow like water, and time simply dissolves.

I remember the first time I came here.

Every part of me softened, as if my body could finally rest.

My heart knew: I’ve been here before.

Not necessarily in this place — but in this feeling.The feeling of returning home to something sacred, soft, and true.

On this island, everything feels like a reflection of the feminine.

The water, the moon, the flowers unfolding at sunset.

The women gathering in circles — sharing, laughing, crying, dancing.

Everything here invites you to let go of control and let life move you.

When I think back, it’s not the moments I remember most —it’s the feeling.

The feeling of being alive.

Of being in connection.

Of belonging — to myself, and to something greater.

Next March, I’ll return again,

together with a circle of women who — just like me —

long to awaken even deeper into their own truth.

We’ll gather to breathe, to soften, to remember.

To celebrate the body, the cycle, and the quiet magic of being a woman.

Koh Phangan, you are more than a place.

You are a feeling, a memory, a portal back to the soul.

And every time I leave you,

I know I will always find my way back.