This is where I share my heart.
I allow myself to be vulnerable here. Even more so than on any other social media platforms.
This is where I share the long form version of my stories, insights, and all things life.
I hope this creates space for you to open up and share authentically as well.
I love hearing from you all.
I’ve moved my blog over to Substack.
Our human mind complicates. Our souls knows.
It’s pretty amazing when I look back through pictures of myself over the past year.
I bought a one-way to Maui. I lived in a spider-filled storage unit in the jungle of the North Shore.
I taught yoga to locals, nomads, and tourists. I work-traded and did various random work on the island.
I sprouted, bloomed, and blossomed into my next evolution.
The irony is the seed has to be planted in the dark.
Light after Shadow
I feel as though I’m just now dropping in. Getting settled. I’m allowing a new path to be carved out for me, as it shows me new facets of myself. I’m having fun with this whole blogging thing as well. I’ve already got three posts out there, making this the fourth, and that alone is huge for me. It doesn’t even matter if it is read or not. It feels really damn good to be putting all of this out there without having a clue what I’m doing.
Fresh Paint & A New Canvas
Moving to the heart chakra center of the world, and living on the path of uncertainty has already been one hell of a ride. It’s a good thing that I love roller coasters. So let’s just jump right in, shall we?
My heart? She’s been broken for years.
I’m the one who broke it.
I broke my own heart.
Expectations are a kill-joy.
A bee sting on the bottom of my left foot, a room full of mosquitos, a few big ass spiders hanging around in here somewhere, confused roosters going off in the middle of the night, and a screen door that keeps breaking; which lets more critters in. The sun hasn’t risen yet. This all leaves me typing in my bed with a smirk on my face. What can I say, sometimes I have a darker sense of humor.