Courage is a heart word…and Heart is the very core of who we are

IMG_4305.jpgSome time ago a friend introduced me to an inspiring California based organisation called the Bioneers, a hub of social and scientific innovators ‘inspiring a shift to live on Earth in ways that honour the web of life, each other and future generations.’ 

I ploughed through their website and followed links, watching videos, listening to podcasts and reading books, these innovators shared their experiences, research and ideas and what struck me in everything I saw and read was the courage and humility these inspiring human beings radiated. The respect they had for each other, and for mother earth..and the understanding that nothing they did was alone, that we’re in fact all working together.

Listening to story after story of inspiring human beings exploring the connection of life I was struck by the courage they showed in sharing their experiences with the world. I wanted to move to California immediately to be with ‘my tribe’ until I took a deep breath and listened again. Their sharing’s had nothing to do with where they lived…it was about the absolute dedication and commitment to Being the change they wished to see they were demonstrating. They were inspiring others simply by having the courage to speak from the Heart and allowing their actions to be aligned with the commitment of the Heart.

They speak of a change of Heart that honours the unity and intrinsic value of all life and they show how great a difference one person can make, and also how community makes the difference. It demonstrated to me a living example of how inextricably connected ‘heart’ and ‘courage’ are.

It got me reflecting on this word courage…and how it is so inherently connected to the heart…it’s no coincidence that the word stems from the Latin ‘cor‘ meaning heart…which in spanish is corazon. So it should be absolutely no surprise that the english word ‘core: to be at the very centre; the part of something that is central to its existence or character‘ is also derived from this same latin root ‘cor’….boom once again all paths lead us back to the heart!

“Courage is a heart word. The root of the word courage is cor – the Latin word for heart. In one of its earliest forms, the word courage meant “To speak one’s mind by telling all one’s heart.” Over time, this definition has changed, and today, we typically associate courage with heroic and brave deeds. But in my opinion, this definition fails to recognize the inner strength and level of commitment required for us to actually speak honestly and openly about who we are and about our experiences — good and bad. Speaking from our hearts is what I think of as “ordinary courage.” ~ Brene Brown

So if the courage to speak our Heart is inherent within our essential nature…the very core of who we are and what we are here to live..why do we still fail to really honour this inner strength and commitment?

Earlier this year I came face to face with one way in which I was allowing my actions to come from a place of fear rather than love…where I wasn’t being courageous…where I wasn’t speaking the Heart…and as I imagine it is for many other – it was in my intimate relationships with those I thought I was loving the most. Holding onto childhood abandonment experiences I somewhere along the way never quite let go of the fear based (mis)perception that I needed to always keep a piece of myself…my diving into love.

When I looked closely I began to see all the little ways I had been playing down the love I felt in my Heart, the way I kept my Heart hidden and my voice silent…in fear of rejection and abandonment. I played small in my relationships and although they were loving, there was always a deep deep longing for more..there was something my heart longed for that wasn’t being satisfied, and that was to speak it’s truth…to BE and to express love completely and to allow the Heart to be seen and heard completely.

Then I was blessed to meet an incredible giant hearted man who from the moment we met showed me what it looked like to speak from the heart, to act from a place of love, to trust in love, to put a voice to the feelings of the heart without fear of future loss or hurt….he wasn’t worried about how long we were going to be together or if by loving me completely now there may be hurt later if we didn’t ‘last’.

It was in seeing this that I finally understood how much I had been suppressing love in order to avoid future hurt…suppressing joy in order to reduce any possible hurt in the future…suppressing my capacity to be alive and in love in the present moment…for fear of losing something in the future. And I started to realise just how much my desire to protect ‘myself’ was creating this crazy illusion of separation and was in fact keeping me from the love that I so deeply longed to feel. And I’m sure that it’s not only with lovers that I do this…when I reflect I can see how even with my best girlfriends…and my family…those I’m closest to I still carry this crazy notion of protection with me. Why?

Do we really believe that we need to not to trust each other, to keep our voices small and hidden, to keep our hearts hidden? Do we really think that exposing our truth, our authenticity makes us vulnerable, and that vulnerability equals weakness?  Maybe this is what we’ve learnt over time, but I truly don’t think this is what we believe. For me personally it’s way past time now to find the voice of my/the Heart, to bring back the essence of this word courage, and to speak from the Heart…to bravely step forward in all that I do in authenticity and to see that this vulnerability is not a weakness it is an incredible strength and is at the very core of my capacity to connect with Life.

How can we ever expect to be truly seen or heard if we aren’t prepared to express the truth of the Heart…the very core of who we are? How are we to truly live this life and to BE Love and live in love with this life if we aren’t courageous enough to allow the voice of our Heart to be seen and heard?? This voice of the Heart is Love, the very essence, or truth of who we are. Because really there is nothing else in this existence that could hurt us more than denying or suppressing the truth of who we are.

The very ironic thing is that the intimate relationship that blessed me with this insight came to an end at the very moment I thought I was opening my heart and letting go of the idea of the need for protection. Once again life had another plan for me! As much as the experience was a painful one it was nothing but a beautiful invitation to keep my Heart open, and to witness all the ways I still want to close it to keep myself safe. From the Heart came the invitation to see the safe container within myself I had been searching for…and to begin to have the courage to express to myself the truth of what I was experiencing. To allow a safe space for everything that needed to arise, to arise…including the rage, the sadness & the grief. And when I began to be honest with myself I also began to find healthy outlets for the safe expression of these feelings…which for me is writing, music and my family…and I began to feel the resonance with strength and courage again.

So somehow all of these experiences helped me see this common thread between us our interconnectedness weaves directly in with the thread of courage…the courage to be outrageously express the Heart…to myself and to others…to not shy away from the truth of what I’m feeling, to not back down from life in all of its unknown and uncertainty. To me this is having the courage to make the commitment of living life in the Heart each and every moment and that feels like the most authentic and important commitment I could ever make.

May we all stand naked in the truth of our Hearts and begin to let the beauty of the Heart radiate, touching each other and the world around us <3

“Courage is the willingness to not know.
To speak your truth. To walk your path.
To face ridicule and rejection.
To keep going, despite the voices in your head and the judgements of others.
And there are no guarantees you will make it.

Nobody can walk for you!
You walk in radical aloneness, naked in the face of life,
no protection, no crutches, no external authority.
No ideology to save you.
No promises anymore.

Only the beating of the heart, and the air in the lungs,
and the thrill and terror of being utterly free, and no longer numb.

And knowing from deep within.
And the call of your ancestors.
And the ground holding you.
And the sun nourishing you.

And the fragrance of love everywhere.
And warm tears running down your cheeks.
And this gorgeous vulnerability
Which makes you totally unbreakable.”

~ Jeff Foster


Shiva the destroyer…Om Namah Shivaya!


Don’t Fall In Love With A Warrior by Jamie Catto

Don’t fall in love with a warrior
As his love will cast such blazing illumination upon you
That the darkest edges of your resistance will be etched too vividly for you to ever ignore again.
You will be faced with yourself in his reflection, and fixed with his gaze.
His care will trigger weeping for all the unloved places that had ’til now been left unheld
And you will be faced with your grief and your rage
And there will be a melting.
But though he’ll never save you from your pain
He will sit beside you, matching your breath
Supporting you invisibly until dawn rises again
Until your ribs ache with the opening
Revealing new spaces for your heart to reinhabit.
He will call you back to yourself from the caves where you’ve hid
Hid your power from the world, and from your self,
He’ll plant a question in your soul
And demand an answer.
Are you ready to love yourself so deeply and be matched in that love?
He’ll burn all your maps of the past
Dissolving the paths that led us here
To fix upon the only moment where love resides
Will you surrender to his fingertips?
Even when you fear the echoes of your past urging you to escape?
For he’ll touch your cheek so lightly that your memories of violence will rise so they may fade.
Can you feel safe and powerful without being needed?
As he is complete unto himself and knows how to hold himself on his own lonely nights.
Can you be held without being grasped?
Can you be led without domination?
Can you be an equal?
When he points to the horizon can you see what he imagines just beyond sight?
Will you join him on a journey
Deep into your raw and aching hearts
To discover treasure and Union and surrender?
He will penetrate you to your core
Eyes locked
Nodding so slowly as he
Sees you
Held firm.
For he’s discovered your hiding places
And remains undaunted Patient.
He’s seen your crown that you pretended was a veil
He’s seen the wounds around your neck transforming into jewels
And will never let them take you again
To that fire.
He waits at the base of the tower
Open handed
Ready to ride.

…as an architect of peace

~ School Prayer by Diane Ackerman~


In the name of the daybreak
and the eyelids of morning
and the wayfaring moon
and the night when it departs,

I swear I will not dishonor my soul with hatred,
but offer myself humbly
as a guardian of nature,
as a healer of misery,
as a messenger of wonder,
as an architect of peace.


In the name of the sun and its mirrors
and the day that embraces it
and the cloud veils drawn over it
and the uttermost night
and the male and the female
and the plants bursting with seed
and the crowning seasons
of the firefly and the apple,

I will honor all life
—wherever and in whatever form
it may dwell—on Earth my home,
and in the mansions of the stars.

It’s a new dawn…it’s a new day…it’s a new year…

Kings Park, Perth, Western Australia 1 January 2016

Watching the first sun rise of 2016 over Perth city this morning it occurred to me what a gift it is to be human and to experience this thing called life. Not just to be sitting there with my eyes watching the sun come up, but to really be experiencing it. Feeling it from the inside out…appreciating the magic of life unfolding.

The reality is I’ve been incredibly blessed the past 3 new years to have been on the stunning Lake Atitlan in Guatemala, where I would spend the first few hours of the new year completely alone and in awe of mother nature, blissing out & reflecting on the reflections of the sun on the lake….contemplating the sheer wonder of life. But this year I was back in my hometown, Perth…and instead of crawling out of my treehouse to watch the sunrise I had to get in the car…

And as I did this I noticed a little hesitation…was it really worth getting out of bed in the dark to watch the sunrise… in Perth?? Don’t get me wrong as far as cities goes I think Perth is incredibly beautiful…it’s just that I’ve had a bit of a resistance to city living these past years so I wondered if it might suck just a little bit to have to incorporate people and buildings into ‘my’ new year ritual….but thankfully I did it anyway.


Because guess what…different does not = bad. Watching the sunrise over the city I grew up in did not suck at all, not even the tiniest bit!

I wondered why I hadn’t done this a million times before…but mostly I realised what an incredible gift it was to be right here, right now,  watching this with fresh eyes.


As I sat on the edge of an incredible park with more trees than I could even begin to count, surrounded by dozens of others sitting in quiet appreciation of these first rays of sun for 2016 I began to feel a familiar sensation inside of me, the one of the sun rising – not outside of me but from within me…and I was confronted with the very very real realisation that this was a particularly extraordinary moment that was also really very ordinary…as in it happens every single day and I wasn’t alone in my experiencing it!

IMG_1293And just to help make sure the message really came home for me…I looked up and saw these words in the wall
May you find serenity in this sacred place”

A huge smile spread across my face…for me the sign didn’t mean…this place as in Kings Park…to me it signified THIS place inside of the heart…that is where I am, where you are…these places, WHEREVER they are. ALL of these places are sacred, it’s just our ideas that like to make one more sacred than another.

The truth is we don’t need to travel the world to search for extraordinary moments, all we need do is open our hearts to life as it is, right here and right now…and allow ourselves to see the extraordinary in the ordinary. Really what does sacred mean anyway…to make holy…and holy in its simplest form is to be whole..complete.

So to all of you extraordinarily ordinary..or is that ordinarily extraordinary…human beings out there…may we open our hearts in 2016 more and more and more because it is HERE and only here that we will find the serenity in ALL places. And if not now when? And if not you…who?

Happy new day  <3

With that moon language

full_moon_water_640Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them,
“Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud;
Someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this,
This great pull in us
To connect.
Why not become the one
Who lives with a full moon in each eye
That is always saying,
With that sweet moon
What every other eye in this world
Is dying to


This nonsense makes perfect sense


“Some say my teaching is nonsense.

Others call it lofty but impractical.

But to those who have looked inside themselves,

this nonsense makes perfect sense.

And to those who put it into practice,

this loftiness has roots that go deep.

I have just three things to teach:

simplicity, patience, compassion.

These three are your greatest treasures.

The simple things…in San Agustinillo, Mazunte, Mexico, 2014

Simple in actions and in thoughts,

you return to the source of being.

Patient with both friends and enemies,

you accord with the way things are.

Compassionate towards yourself,

you reconcile all beings in the world.”

~ Lao Tzu (translated by Stephen Mitchell

Following the trees home…pictures worth a thousand words

Plans changed suddenly, life delivered to me the message “You are not in control…LET GO of this idea, let me guide you, trust me.”

IMG_0206Following the unexpected but thankfully complication free removal of my appendix..I celebrated my 36th birthday in an Indian hospital with a Namaste and a glass of coconut water! As I finally began to hear my body’s cry for rest and familiar surroundings I returned ‘home’ to Australia. For two months I did nothing but sit in the garden and honour the body’s need to rest and recuperate. I was feeling all sorts of wonderful to be back with my family after 5 years of travelling and living overseas, but a few questions arose like… now I’m back in a country I never really planned to return to – with no plan in sight…who the hell am I …and …what does this word ‘home’ really mean?

I guess the truth is I’d been resisting going back to Australia for a few years because I thought the next time I went ‘home’ I would have things kind of figured out and would be able to answer peoples questions…you know maybe I would know who I was and have a bit of a plan (haha this is possibly one of the most delusional ideas I’ve ever had…and I’ve had a few!). Yet there I was sitting in my Grandma’s home with no car, no house, no job, no winter clothing, no partner, a bank account that was fast running out and not even the whisper of a plan. All I had was my cheap Indian suitcase stuffed full of books and slightly holey clothing….and my notebooks full of poetry and quotes about love and freedom, a family that was so happy to see me..and I them! and a heart that kept whispering it’s OK…trust me, just rest, rest in not knowing…trust… is OK not to know.

Not quite the homecoming I’d imagined..but it was in so many ways far more beautiful than anything I could ever have imagined. I have to tell you that coming home as nobody with nothing is possibly the best thing that could ever have happened to me! With no expectations of what life should look like and the desire to make a plan not beating me around the head every few seconds I found a lot of solace in the simple things…like making green smoothies for breakfast and weeding the garden. I began to see every weed I pulled as one of the old ideas of who I’d thought I should be, what I’d thought I should be doing and what ‘home’ should look like…being let go…one after another. It is by far one of the most liberating and humbling lessons I’ve received from mother nature…life.

And the truth is she just kept on passing the lessons my way. For most of this year I’d been wishing for a tree that I could take my afternoon siesta under (yes people really do, do this, in hot countries!). I longed for somewhere I could feel my feet on the grass and my belly against the earth…(after studying a little bit of Chinese Medicine recently I now know this was also my body’s way of telling me it needed something) but I never quite got around to honouring this longing. That is until I took a blind leap of faith and responded to an ad for a room on a property in rural Western Australia…and before I knew it I found myself living 2.5 hours away from Perth in a sanctuary of trees, on 42 acres of heaven…fruit trees, nut trees, gum trees, bamboo and not to mention all of the incredible stone fruit trees laying dormant waiting for their season to come!! Mother nature wooed me and wowed me, tantalising and terrifying me with her rawness, her simplicity, all the shades of light and dark, and all in all her pure freaking awesomeness.

She gave me everything I had been dreaming of, the afternoon siestas on the grass under a tree were blissful…but she also gave me so much I had not anticipated. She showed me that living in the country isn’t quite as romantic as I had imagined…but that real life in all its ordinary moments can be far more satisfying than any romantic dream I’d ever had. Life on what I lovingly have named my tree sanctuary gave me, myself and I the opportunity to spend a lot of time alone with mother nature listening to her wisdom.


She showed me through the mulberry tree that abundance is simply a question of perspective…from one angle it might look like there is only one berry but look from a different angle and discover dozens of ripe deliciousness just waiting for you. Change the angle again and bingo there were dozens more! The macadamia nuts threw themselves on the ground around the tree showing me that it is much easier (for everyone!), if you can allow the sun to gently crack open your protective shell so the fruits of existence can fall from you..instead of requiring your outer shell to be violently ripped from you as you fight against the nature flow of life.

She showed me the sheer power of our thoughts as I watched the snake slither past my bedroom door just minutes after I’d felt the fear in my belly of seeing snakes, and the smoke of a distant bushfire settling in around the property just minutes after speaking of the bushfire season and the evacuation plan. The spider showed me the beauty & impermanence of life, spinning its beautiful web even though the weather would tear it apart day after day. The tall wise gum trees showed me the beauty of nakedness – allowing their bark to fall away as the shedding of old skin and revealing what lay beneath… and the trusty kelpie on the property showed me that really what all beings long for is to love and be loved…to play in the simplicity of this magnificent existence.

So then…did Mother Nature in all her wisdom help me make a plan? And figure out who I am? Nope not at all…did I figure out that actually I really do have something to show after all these years of travel..nope..well not in the realm of material belongings anyway…that is nothing except a few pretty skirts and some crystals 🙂

Instead what she helped me with was the letting go of all the ideas of who I thought I should be and to venture into the unknown with an open heart. She helped me day after day to remember to breathe into discomfort and fear…to not fight against it but to just feel it and let it move through me. But most of all she helped me to again connect with the place in the heart that is ‘home’, to live from this place of curiosity for life, this curiosity that allows the eyes to see from the heart…to see the freshness and wonderment in life in the most simple of moments. Really, what could be more precious than this? This is the real magic isn’t it?

When we open our hearts, and let go of the stories of who we think we are or should be or what the future should look like, and instead take the time to let our eyes really see what is standing before us as it really is, wonderment is revealed. It’s always been there, just waiting to be seen…waiting to be felt. During meditation my teacher Sahajananda invites us to allow our awareness to rest in the heart centre, and to feel the joy of meditation.. of ‘coming home into the heart. What does that feel like you ask? Words fail me now my friends…so I share with you photos of this journey through the trees… home into the heart.

Photography by: Lani Noble

Crooked Brook Forrest, Bunbury, Western Australia

October 2015

Nature’s language is love

Shhhh…listen, can you hear it…can you feel it…..

Nature's Language

There is some kiss we want

with our whole lives,

the touch of Spirit on the body.

Seawater begs the pearl

to break its shell

And the lily, how passionately

it needs some wild Darling!

At night, I open the window

and ask the moon to come

and press its face into mine,

Breathe into me.

Close the language-door,

and open the love-window.

The moon won’t use the door,

only the window.

~ Rumi

Where has the human connection gone?

I looked into the eyes of a baby, only here in this physical form for 1 short year…and his eyes…well there really are no words to describe the depth, openness and love that stared back at me. I found myself mesmerised, lost in a deep ocean of blue. He had no fear, no contraction, no hesitation to just look at every inch of my face inquisitively. And I found myself mirroring him, staring back with admiration, love and curiosity. And I wondered how is it that we lose this?

This experience was more than a year ago but it’s one that has stayed with me and comes again and again as a reminder to look at life with curiosity, through the eyes of a child.  It often gets me thinking about How do we return to this, our natural state? How do we unlearn the barriers and protections that we’ve built up over the years? The behaviours that keep us from connecting deeply with each other. Because after all isn’t humanity hard wired for connection? Aren’t so many of the problems we have these days around mental health and addiction now being linked back to loneliness….or better known as lack of real connection.

The opposite of addiction is not sobriety. The opposite of addiction is connection ~Johann Hari

With so many lost in their world of smartphones and social media…it’s become perfectly normal to post our life experiences for all to see in the virtual world…but then avoid making eye contact with people we pass in the street, or on the bus or train. So the question is…where did the Human Connection go and how do we get it back?

Two weeks ago the  Liberators International suggested one answer….you use the one thing everyone is engaged media…to create a Facebook event and you invite humanity to participate in the Worlds Biggest Eye Contact Experiment. The concept was simple they said “Let’s share a minutes eye contact with strangers in public to rebuild our sense of shared humanity in cities all over the world!”

More than 100,000 people signed on to attend the event in 143 cities all over the world and the organisers say the video piece they’re putting together is “by far the most incredible and inspiring experience we’ve ever created. We are so deeply humbled by the coronation and intelligence shown by the people from all edges of the globe.”

IMG_0297I decided to go along to the event in Busselton, I knew it would be smaller than the city event but I was curious to see what it would be like in my home country..and in a rural area. It was small and intimate and inspiring to meet those involved in organising the event locally and to hear their stories of why they were there.

I saw such beauty, such sadness, such raw authenticity, I saw love and I saw uncertainty, I saw hesitation and I listened to story after story of how nervous people had been to come along to the event…wondering what it would be like. I listened to one guy ask, so whats the point of the experiment? The answer..human connection…and he incredulously asked…what? connection just with the eyes??!! as he sat down to try it for himself.

Truth is it was a challenging experience for me as I watched people walk past, look at the sign but not slow down so desperate to not make eye contact. Respecting this may not appeal to everyone, what touched me deeply were the people who not only avoided the eye contact, but then began to joke with their friends, laughing about the experiment as they walked away. I felt my barriers want to go back up, to protect myself. But then I wondered what am I protecting myself against? Is that not the whole point of this experiment…to allow ourselves to be seen..and to see…and to reflect a little on what is it that stops us from connecting with others?

I realised that somewhere inside i was feeling shame, even though really my heart was just deeply sad that not everyone could understand why the need for human connection was so important. Anyway I looked around and saw the others sitting in circle hearts open…unwavering and instantly I realised how important it was that we…I….take part in the things that feel important, if not me, who? and if not now, when?

So feeling full of inspiration I decided it was time to research humanity a little more and I drove 3 hours back to Perth just in time to participate in the experiment in the Perth CBD….and the contrast was incredible.

So many people, so many observers, so many people sitting looking into each others eyes…when I arrived there wasn’t even an empty cushion…I pinched myself…was this really happening in the city that I grew up in?IMG_0516

I had had so many judgements about how closed hearted people in Perth could be but eye after eye that I looked into all the misperceptions fell away. Again I listened to story after story of people facing their fears to come and feel the connection – I felt such overwhelming joy at how this real life experiment showed the alchemy of love melting fear.

At one point during the day one beautiful lady said to me how nervous she was about just sitting in silence, so we chatted a little, and she said to me, don’t look too hard in there, I’m a bit messed up. My heart melted and I shared with her my little secret…so am I, and then I told her what I believe strongly..that these parts of us we think are messy are just waiting for us to let them be seen and loved so that we can feel our completeness again.


For me the entire experience bought up big questions like how am I choosing to show up in every moment. How willing am I to allow myself to be seen completely, how willing am I to not censor who I am, to be authentic?

We so badly long for human connection, and yet at the same time we’re so terribly afraid of what may happen if people look at us too closely, that they may indeed see it all and judge us. But what would happen if we stopped trying to keep parts of us secret, what if we let go of the fear of being shamed for not being perfect? What if judgements were also just another way to protect ourselves…what are we protecting ourselves against…connection? What if we put our energy into loving and trusting one another instead of hiding, judging and shaming?

One of my favourite shame and vulnerability researchers and story tellers, Brene Brown, talks about shame as a silent epidemic.

“I think shame is lethal,” she says. “I think shame is deadly. And I think we are swimming in it deep.” She explains that feelings of shame can quietly marinate over a lifetime. “Here’s the bottom line with shame,” she says. “The less you talk about it, the more you got it. Shame needs three things to grow exponentially in our lives: secrecy, silence, and judgment.”

The antidote she says is empathy. By sharing shame with someone who can express empathy, the painful feeling cannot survive.

“Shame depends on me buying into the belief that I’m alone.”

To me the experiment showed the absolute power and medicine available through human connection, and how it all comes down to seeing with our hearts, not with our minds. From the mind judgements, stories and perceptions are formed, from the heart it’s impossible to not see the beauty and vulnerability of another human being standing before you.


So what’s the point of an event like this? You spend a few hours looking into strangers eyes and then what? Well asides from the obvious benefit of feeling really relaxed, open and joyful…I think about how many people participated in just the 2 events I went to that day, and I think of the other 138+ events held all over the world. I think about the 100,000+ people that got behind the events…and I think about how many people they may talk to about their experience. I think about how many people may be inspired to simply try a little harder to make eye contact with strangers, or to hold eye contact with their loved ones just a little longer…now they’ve felt the sweetness of the heart…will they be tempted to try it again.

So I guess the question is not so much how do we return to the innocence of the child..but more like WHO, is prepared to return to that innocence, unashamed of our longing for human connection, to see and be seen…

if not you, who? and if not now, when? Be the change you want to see.

Don’t try to change anyone else, just recognise that your heart knows things your mind can’t understand…and let the HeArt SEEEEEEEEE and be seen.

Go on I dare you, make eye contact with a stranger…or next time you find yourself in conflict with a loved one… look into their eyes for a little longer than you normally would and see what the experience feels like for you. Can you love and honour the inner child in all of us just longing for human connection….

‘Love’ by Alexandr Milov at Burning Man 2015

Deeply humbled by this human experience called life…I see you <3