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

Some conversation sit right with your body, and some simply don't. Being around some individuals you feel at ease, and with some you...

The heart, cracked & open. When I direct my eyes into the sun, it looks golden, it's illuminating frequency beyond my understanding. I...

Artistic wallpaper in a Melbourne library features a creative display of books with colorful crayons and elegant sculptures, blending...

Bowing down in gratitude