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

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

Taste of Kangaroo steak left me drooling. April of this year, I had an opportunity for the first time to visit Melbourne. On the back of...

Knowing then to roam and when to rest

Take this new journey into receiving everything you desire.

"The soul knows no fear", heard this phrase the other day in a movie, which lead me to writing this journal. When it comes to uncovering...

Journaling and honoring your story

What are the beliefs of what drives your money decision? As I was working on reclaiming my power in relationship with money, things in...