I have finally starting to get back to this wonderful little fluffy world I have so longed for over the past year.
It’s a place where I can be comfortable just as I am.. be honest in away I usually feel scared to be, and be silly and goofy in ways that make my heart fill with candied butterflies.

I miss being able to be this version of me.. though it’s also something I have been struggling with... who is this me? Motherhood takes it toll, and beautiful one I am thankful for, but now with a bit more free time on me hands, I get to actually look in the mirror and see what is there. Changes, and desires that weren’t there before, fears and securities that are new, this whole new side to swim around in and discover.

So I breathe...
I let myself wander around aimlessly to see what internal flowers catch my eyes, what sounds and songs on my breezes and gusts of wind of my soul will catch my hear, what pull will at the scent of of long lost memories will be awaken again...?

I find myself back here. A longing to draw again, to explore and go deeper. A hunger for philosophy, an almost desperate thirst for the sent of fresh dirt, mountain paths covered in moss, and the salty scent of the sea... that wanderlust I feel like I was almost born with.

So onto who I am, who I was, and towards who I am becoming.