I closed my eyes, tilted my head up to the ever-expanding sky, and inhaled with more ease and mindfulness than I had in years. I thought to myself how easy it is to forget something as unassumingly pure as the breath.
I thought about pocketing every single sight, smell, and sound that seduced my senses.
Sometimes I imagine that the universe is an endless sea of energy, and I exist merely to float in its great abyss, catching stars and somersaulting into dreams.
I choose a life lived in: unmade beds, my nose unknowingly dusted with flour after an afternoon of baking…
Love is our motivator, our supporter, our purpose. As love keeps us balanced and in orbit, our hearts breathe life, each beat connecting us through an elevated consciousness. And this cycle continues freely, graciously, endlessly around us.
My dictionary says that home is a place where something is naturally located; an environment where one and its surroundings are perfectly harmonious. This is home. I’ve called many places home over the years: Colorado, Spain, Australia.
