Comfort Zone

Rainy season in Arizona, loving it. So cozy, hot chocolate and listening to relax deep playlist, sandalwood incense burning , as writing this journal... Hearing the rain drops, seeing lighting into the horizon, and crispy thundering near by. It's like poetry. The poetry that expand your heart space, touches the softest part of self, in the most gentle way. I went for a walk, which felt amazing on the body. Mama, 1996, Michigan It's interesting, about two weeks ago I wrote a

Journaling of pilgriming in Mexico

Bowing down in gratitude

Knowing then to roam and when to rest

You know why this works so well between us? We get to be together and still do everything we want. Here I am going to be journaling about...

Take this new journey into receiving everything you desire.