My life is a canvas. I'm constantly becoming. There's no destination but death.
As of this writing, I am about to embark into a completely new chapter of my life again. A cycle has ended, the karmic wheel has turned, doors have closed, new opportunities opened.
Where this will lead, I don't know. We will be on the road again. In motion.
When you are on the move, you are vulnerable to life's current. Everything can happen. Synchronicities and breakdowns. The road has its own rules.
We're building a new foundation for our relationship and family again. A member is leaving us—it's time to part ways. The soul contract is fulfilled.
Bittersweet endings and joyful beginnings dance together.
Like the Fool we're stepping into the unknown—carrying only experience, wisdom, and trust.
My devotion is not to a destination, but to evolution.
Constant change is the only constant in our life.
Not everybody understands this way of being. And that's okay.
I'm not here to be understood. I'm here to live my truth.