The deeper I get in this nomadic journey… the more refined my perspective of “Home” is becomming. Words like “need” don’t mean what they used to.  Its funny how much stuff I thought I needed.  Stuff can be convenient..  convenience is nice… but stretching yourself beyond convenience breaks barriers of inertia within you… it transforms nice into extraordinary.  It breaks you free from the box of “adulthood” and drops you back into the rivers of innocence and possibility.

To be honest, sometimes I really miss having the comfort my own space, but I know that now is not a time of grounding for me, and my task  is to discover a new kind of comfort… where My house is my body and my home lives on the inside. Magic. 💙