(Notes from 1.26)

- An Inebriated Review -

Arrived in Cancun.

There is a piece of me where near around or on a tropical beach I feel at home.

There is an inherent sadness in the air. Almost as if people are mourning. Pleasant and displaying a mask of “keep moving forward we will be okay” but I can’t escape the energy of loss that lingers in the air. The juxtaposition of where I feel connected to a primal piece of myself (happiest in the waves) amongst an envelopment of persistence and tragedy I can’t let go of.

We serve a purpose. We serve and see people. We love and allow for individuals to be there truest selves and I am grateful that I have a partner who understands and lives a life that is kind, understanding. Providing a safe space for authenticity.

Heart at home.

Sand.

Water.

Humidity.

Connected.

Grounded.

Thankful.