Home

I’m always searching for home.

a place where I feel content, myself and where my soul can breathe again.

where I look around me and feel connected, creative, graceful…peace.

It’s not just a location, it’s a feeling within.

I found home and I found myself in a beautiful location. I birthed a version of myself that I was so beautifully proud of.

A simple life. Quiet. Calm. Filled with magic.

But no one I loved lived there. And the gap became wider and wider.

From that soulful place, I realised I had entered a new dimension. So light. But I felt the contrast too heavily. The pain in others. The discordant energies.

Overflowing with love and a purpose to help heal, I returned back to the chaos.

And felt like I lost the most precious parts of me.

The light. The essence. The peace. The communion with a land I loved and a mountain who became my mother.

I have become more human, helped others, and let others help me. I’ve learned to trust again and to balance realities. I’ve completely transformed.

But I still long for her.

The part of me so joyful. Self loving and free.

So full and overflowing with light that the choice was easy to return to density to share it and to create pathway back to wholeness and peace for others.

When we overflow with love, it always has a purpose. The energy has a current and stream of its own. Trusting, listening and allowing it’s will to change you is the ultimate surrender.

You become the living prayer.

And it’s always there. Even when you can’t feel it.

Her light is always there to guide you home.

Home to your heart.

Home to her heart.

Home to the mystery of life.