A convergence of self.
An orchestra of aliveness.
A cleansing of karmic dust.
A true birth.
Luckily I have heart-and-soul family working to swoop and scoop me every which way I turn, so let it be said that to fly fast and free while in the company of pure hearts and solar spirits is exhilarating. To look right and left and see you've never flown alone and never will is a balm to my soul.
My instagram got hacked requiring a new account altogether and I've been feeling compelled to keep myself light and nimble so that the flight to the top of the mountain and the descent back into this gravitation-ally compressed life we call being human isn't so bumpy.
A lot of loving.
Here's to the rest of 2019 letting in light and life with an open everything.