How do I ground myself while I always choose to keep moving?
I want to start this year by acknowledging the fact that I like travelling. I travel a lot.
When I say ‘a lot’ I do not mean flying miles away to places for summer but I mean I travel to places where I am required, I travel to rest, I travel to buy some time from situations which require my absence more than my presence.I travel to explore new ways of living in places which feel new to me. I travel to meet like-minded people and also, not so-like-minded people. When I think about travel, I also think about home and the idea of making a place my home which leads to more travelling to decide whether I could make a home away from home.
While I sit in this paradox calmly, I would like to talk about the observation I made about myself last year. 2022 felt different to me, it was a year of self-discovery where I noticed two new feelings within me and these arose when I thought about my travel endeavours;
‘Longing’ and ‘Belonging’…
I’ve longed for a familiar touch, a loving gaze of comfort and a warm embrace of togetherness while I struggled to belong somewhere foreign, I explored the nuances of belonging which made me venture into the unknown and I found myself in various perspectives of what belonging is.
However, my mind knew it could belong everywhere I go, while my heart, stubbornly told me that it longs to belong only to the familial.
How could one understand these two feelings without carrying one with them and burying the another?
while I ponder on these thoughts, I have had the privilege of spending my summer walking down Central Park in New York with these feelings and a heavy question replaying in my head ‘who do I want to become?’… as I revisited my photo gallery to make this post, my intuition has spoken to me that I knew the answer to these questions all along, rather poetic,
“I am a wandering love from dusk till dawn, belongs to no one but to herself”
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.
.
Happy New Year everyone. May you carry your authentic self wherever you go with grace and I hope you make enough space in your life for happiness and growth 🙂
#AlltheloveAllthepower #tbthursday
#2023 Central Park-New York
How do I ground myself while I always choose to keep moving?
I want to start this year by acknowledging the fact that I like travelling. I travel a lot.
When I say ‘a lot’ I do not mean flying miles away to places for summer but I mean I travel to places where I am required, I travel to rest, I travel to buy some time from situations which require my absence more than my presence.I travel to explore new ways of living in places which feel new to me. I travel to meet like-minded people and also, not so-like-minded people. When I think about travel, I also think about home and the idea of making a place my home which leads to more travelling to decide whether I could make a home away from home.
While I sit in this paradox calmly, I would like to talk about the observation I made about myself last year. 2022 felt different to me, it was a year of self-discovery where I noticed two new feelings within me and these arose when I thought about my travel endeavours;
‘Longing’ and ‘Belonging’…
I’ve longed for a familiar touch, a loving gaze of comfort and a warm embrace of togetherness while I struggled to belong somewhere foreign, I explored the nuances of belonging which made me venture into the unknown and I found myself in various perspectives of what belonging is.
However, my mind knew it could belong everywhere I go, while my heart, stubbornly told me that it longs to belong only to the familial.
How could one understand these two feelings without carrying one with them and burying the another?
while I ponder on these thoughts, I have had the privilege of spending my summer walking down Central Park in New York with these feelings and a heavy question replaying in my head ‘who do I want to become?’… as I revisited my photo gallery to make this post, my intuition has spoken to me that I knew the answer to these questions all along, rather poetic,
“I am a wandering love from dusk till dawn, belongs to no one but to herself”
.
.
.
Happy New Year everyone. May you carry your authentic self wherever you go with grace and I hope you make enough space in your life for happiness and growth 🙂
#AlltheloveAllthepower #tbthursday
#2023 Central Park-New York
How do I ground myself while I always choose to keep moving?
I want to start this year by acknowledging the fact that I like travelling. I travel a lot.
When I say ‘a lot’ I do not mean flying miles away to places for summer but I mean I travel to places where I am required, I travel to rest, I travel to buy some time from situations which require my absence more than my presence.I travel to explore new ways of living in places which feel new to me. I travel to meet like-minded people and also, not so-like-minded people. When I think about travel, I also think about home and the idea of making a place my home which leads to more travelling to decide whether I could make a home away from home.
While I sit in this paradox calmly, I would like to talk about the observation I made about myself last year. 2022 felt different to me, it was a year of self-discovery where I noticed two new feelings within me and these arose when I thought about my travel endeavours;
‘Longing’ and ‘Belonging’…
I’ve longed for a familiar touch, a loving gaze of comfort and a warm embrace of togetherness while I struggled to belong somewhere foreign, I explored the nuances of belonging which made me venture into the unknown and I found myself in various perspectives of what belonging is.
However, my mind knew it could belong everywhere I go, while my heart, stubbornly told me that it longs to belong only to the familial.
How could one understand these two feelings without carrying one with them and burying the another?
while I ponder on these thoughts, I have had the privilege of spending my summer walking down Central Park in New York with these feelings and a heavy question replaying in my head ‘who do I want to become?’… as I revisited my photo gallery to make this post, my intuition has spoken to me that I knew the answer to these questions all along, rather poetic,
“I am a wandering love from dusk till dawn, belongs to no one but to herself”
.
.
.
Happy New Year everyone. May you carry your authentic self wherever you go with grace and I hope you make enough space in your life for happiness and growth 🙂
#AlltheloveAllthepower #tbthursday
#2023 Central Park-New York
How do I ground myself while I always choose to keep moving?
I want to start this year by acknowledging the fact that I like travelling. I travel a lot.
When I say ‘a lot’ I do not mean flying miles away to places for summer but I mean I travel to places where I am required, I travel to rest, I travel to buy some time from situations which require my absence more than my presence.I travel to explore new ways of living in places which feel new to me. I travel to meet like-minded people and also, not so-like-minded people. When I think about travel, I also think about home and the idea of making a place my home which leads to more travelling to decide whether I could make a home away from home.
While I sit in this paradox calmly, I would like to talk about the observation I made about myself last year. 2022 felt different to me, it was a year of self-discovery where I noticed two new feelings within me and these arose when I thought about my travel endeavours;
‘Longing’ and ‘Belonging’…
I’ve longed for a familiar touch, a loving gaze of comfort and a warm embrace of togetherness while I struggled to belong somewhere foreign, I explored the nuances of belonging which made me venture into the unknown and I found myself in various perspectives of what belonging is.
However, my mind knew it could belong everywhere I go, while my heart, stubbornly told me that it longs to belong only to the familial.
How could one understand these two feelings without carrying one with them and burying the another?
while I ponder on these thoughts, I have had the privilege of spending my summer walking down Central Park in New York with these feelings and a heavy question replaying in my head ‘who do I want to become?’… as I revisited my photo gallery to make this post, my intuition has spoken to me that I knew the answer to these questions all along, rather poetic,
“I am a wandering love from dusk till dawn, belongs to no one but to herself”
.
.
.
Happy New Year everyone. May you carry your authentic self wherever you go with grace and I hope you make enough space in your life for happiness and growth 🙂
#AlltheloveAllthepower #tbthursday
#2023 Central Park-New York
How do I ground myself while I always choose to keep moving?
I want to start this year by acknowledging the fact that I like travelling. I travel a lot.
When I say ‘a lot’ I do not mean flying miles away to places for summer but I mean I travel to places where I am required, I travel to rest, I travel to buy some time from situations which require my absence more than my presence.I travel to explore new ways of living in places which feel new to me. I travel to meet like-minded people and also, not so-like-minded people. When I think about travel, I also think about home and the idea of making a place my home which leads to more travelling to decide whether I could make a home away from home.
While I sit in this paradox calmly, I would like to talk about the observation I made about myself last year. 2022 felt different to me, it was a year of self-discovery where I noticed two new feelings within me and these arose when I thought about my travel endeavours;
‘Longing’ and ‘Belonging’…
I’ve longed for a familiar touch, a loving gaze of comfort and a warm embrace of togetherness while I struggled to belong somewhere foreign, I explored the nuances of belonging which made me venture into the unknown and I found myself in various perspectives of what belonging is.
However, my mind knew it could belong everywhere I go, while my heart, stubbornly told me that it longs to belong only to the familial.
How could one understand these two feelings without carrying one with them and burying the another?
while I ponder on these thoughts, I have had the privilege of spending my summer walking down Central Park in New York with these feelings and a heavy question replaying in my head ‘who do I want to become?’… as I revisited my photo gallery to make this post, my intuition has spoken to me that I knew the answer to these questions all along, rather poetic,
“I am a wandering love from dusk till dawn, belongs to no one but to herself”
.
.
.
Happy New Year everyone. May you carry your authentic self wherever you go with grace and I hope you make enough space in your life for happiness and growth 🙂
#AlltheloveAllthepower #tbthursday
#2023 Central Park-New York
How do I ground myself while I always choose to keep moving?
I want to start this year by acknowledging the fact that I like travelling. I travel a lot.
When I say ‘a lot’ I do not mean flying miles away to places for summer but I mean I travel to places where I am required, I travel to rest, I travel to buy some time from situations which require my absence more than my presence.I travel to explore new ways of living in places which feel new to me. I travel to meet like-minded people and also, not so-like-minded people. When I think about travel, I also think about home and the idea of making a place my home which leads to more travelling to decide whether I could make a home away from home.
While I sit in this paradox calmly, I would like to talk about the observation I made about myself last year. 2022 felt different to me, it was a year of self-discovery where I noticed two new feelings within me and these arose when I thought about my travel endeavours;
‘Longing’ and ‘Belonging’…
I’ve longed for a familiar touch, a loving gaze of comfort and a warm embrace of togetherness while I struggled to belong somewhere foreign, I explored the nuances of belonging which made me venture into the unknown and I found myself in various perspectives of what belonging is.
However, my mind knew it could belong everywhere I go, while my heart, stubbornly told me that it longs to belong only to the familial.
How could one understand these two feelings without carrying one with them and burying the another?
while I ponder on these thoughts, I have had the privilege of spending my summer walking down Central Park in New York with these feelings and a heavy question replaying in my head ‘who do I want to become?’… as I revisited my photo gallery to make this post, my intuition has spoken to me that I knew the answer to these questions all along, rather poetic,
“I am a wandering love from dusk till dawn, belongs to no one but to herself”
.
.
.
Happy New Year everyone. May you carry your authentic self wherever you go with grace and I hope you make enough space in your life for happiness and growth 🙂
#AlltheloveAllthepower #tbthursday
#2023 Central Park-New York
How do I ground myself while I always choose to keep moving?
I want to start this year by acknowledging the fact that I like travelling. I travel a lot.
When I say ‘a lot’ I do not mean flying miles away to places for summer but I mean I travel to places where I am required, I travel to rest, I travel to buy some time from situations which require my absence more than my presence.I travel to explore new ways of living in places which feel new to me. I travel to meet like-minded people and also, not so-like-minded people. When I think about travel, I also think about home and the idea of making a place my home which leads to more travelling to decide whether I could make a home away from home.
While I sit in this paradox calmly, I would like to talk about the observation I made about myself last year. 2022 felt different to me, it was a year of self-discovery where I noticed two new feelings within me and these arose when I thought about my travel endeavours;
‘Longing’ and ‘Belonging’…
I’ve longed for a familiar touch, a loving gaze of comfort and a warm embrace of togetherness while I struggled to belong somewhere foreign, I explored the nuances of belonging which made me venture into the unknown and I found myself in various perspectives of what belonging is.
However, my mind knew it could belong everywhere I go, while my heart, stubbornly told me that it longs to belong only to the familial.
How could one understand these two feelings without carrying one with them and burying the another?
while I ponder on these thoughts, I have had the privilege of spending my summer walking down Central Park in New York with these feelings and a heavy question replaying in my head ‘who do I want to become?’… as I revisited my photo gallery to make this post, my intuition has spoken to me that I knew the answer to these questions all along, rather poetic,
“I am a wandering love from dusk till dawn, belongs to no one but to herself”
.
.
.
Happy New Year everyone. May you carry your authentic self wherever you go with grace and I hope you make enough space in your life for happiness and growth 🙂
#AlltheloveAllthepower #tbthursday
#2023 Central Park-New York
How do I ground myself while I always choose to keep moving?
I want to start this year by acknowledging the fact that I like travelling. I travel a lot.
When I say ‘a lot’ I do not mean flying miles away to places for summer but I mean I travel to places where I am required, I travel to rest, I travel to buy some time from situations which require my absence more than my presence.I travel to explore new ways of living in places which feel new to me. I travel to meet like-minded people and also, not so-like-minded people. When I think about travel, I also think about home and the idea of making a place my home which leads to more travelling to decide whether I could make a home away from home.
While I sit in this paradox calmly, I would like to talk about the observation I made about myself last year. 2022 felt different to me, it was a year of self-discovery where I noticed two new feelings within me and these arose when I thought about my travel endeavours;
‘Longing’ and ‘Belonging’…
I’ve longed for a familiar touch, a loving gaze of comfort and a warm embrace of togetherness while I struggled to belong somewhere foreign, I explored the nuances of belonging which made me venture into the unknown and I found myself in various perspectives of what belonging is.
However, my mind knew it could belong everywhere I go, while my heart, stubbornly told me that it longs to belong only to the familial.
How could one understand these two feelings without carrying one with them and burying the another?
while I ponder on these thoughts, I have had the privilege of spending my summer walking down Central Park in New York with these feelings and a heavy question replaying in my head ‘who do I want to become?’… as I revisited my photo gallery to make this post, my intuition has spoken to me that I knew the answer to these questions all along, rather poetic,
“I am a wandering love from dusk till dawn, belongs to no one but to herself”
.
.
.
Happy New Year everyone. May you carry your authentic self wherever you go with grace and I hope you make enough space in your life for happiness and growth 🙂
#AlltheloveAllthepower #tbthursday
#2023 Central Park-New York
How do I ground myself while I always choose to keep moving?
I want to start this year by acknowledging the fact that I like travelling. I travel a lot.
When I say ‘a lot’ I do not mean flying miles away to places for summer but I mean I travel to places where I am required, I travel to rest, I travel to buy some time from situations which require my absence more than my presence.I travel to explore new ways of living in places which feel new to me. I travel to meet like-minded people and also, not so-like-minded people. When I think about travel, I also think about home and the idea of making a place my home which leads to more travelling to decide whether I could make a home away from home.
While I sit in this paradox calmly, I would like to talk about the observation I made about myself last year. 2022 felt different to me, it was a year of self-discovery where I noticed two new feelings within me and these arose when I thought about my travel endeavours;
‘Longing’ and ‘Belonging’…
I’ve longed for a familiar touch, a loving gaze of comfort and a warm embrace of togetherness while I struggled to belong somewhere foreign, I explored the nuances of belonging which made me venture into the unknown and I found myself in various perspectives of what belonging is.
However, my mind knew it could belong everywhere I go, while my heart, stubbornly told me that it longs to belong only to the familial.
How could one understand these two feelings without carrying one with them and burying the another?
while I ponder on these thoughts, I have had the privilege of spending my summer walking down Central Park in New York with these feelings and a heavy question replaying in my head ‘who do I want to become?’… as I revisited my photo gallery to make this post, my intuition has spoken to me that I knew the answer to these questions all along, rather poetic,
“I am a wandering love from dusk till dawn, belongs to no one but to herself”
.
.
.
Happy New Year everyone. May you carry your authentic self wherever you go with grace and I hope you make enough space in your life for happiness and growth 🙂
#AlltheloveAllthepower #tbthursday
#2023 Central Park-New York
How do I ground myself while I always choose to keep moving?
I want to start this year by acknowledging the fact that I like travelling. I travel a lot.
When I say ‘a lot’ I do not mean flying miles away to places for summer but I mean I travel to places where I am required, I travel to rest, I travel to buy some time from situations which require my absence more than my presence.I travel to explore new ways of living in places which feel new to me. I travel to meet like-minded people and also, not so-like-minded people. When I think about travel, I also think about home and the idea of making a place my home which leads to more travelling to decide whether I could make a home away from home.
While I sit in this paradox calmly, I would like to talk about the observation I made about myself last year. 2022 felt different to me, it was a year of self-discovery where I noticed two new feelings within me and these arose when I thought about my travel endeavours;
‘Longing’ and ‘Belonging’…
I’ve longed for a familiar touch, a loving gaze of comfort and a warm embrace of togetherness while I struggled to belong somewhere foreign, I explored the nuances of belonging which made me venture into the unknown and I found myself in various perspectives of what belonging is.
However, my mind knew it could belong everywhere I go, while my heart, stubbornly told me that it longs to belong only to the familial.
How could one understand these two feelings without carrying one with them and burying the another?
while I ponder on these thoughts, I have had the privilege of spending my summer walking down Central Park in New York with these feelings and a heavy question replaying in my head ‘who do I want to become?’… as I revisited my photo gallery to make this post, my intuition has spoken to me that I knew the answer to these questions all along, rather poetic,
“I am a wandering love from dusk till dawn, belongs to no one but to herself”
.
.
.
Happy New Year everyone. May you carry your authentic self wherever you go with grace and I hope you make enough space in your life for happiness and growth 🙂
#AlltheloveAllthepower #tbthursday
#2023 Central Park-New York
