Having a memory of being conscious of breathing as a baby and having realised this a long time ago is probably quite an unusual thing. My muse is vision of a future that hangs about me like a wisp eternally and is almost too beautiful to contemplate, my muse is the potential of the collective goodness of human kind, my muse is all the beautiful people who care and love so much – I could list you all and the list would be long, you know who you are.
Feel loved, feel valued, feel cared for.
The time for foolery is over, this is a time of global transformation – reach for deep contemplation, meditative practices and wallowing in joy at the good stuff.When evening falls, I will look up and there you’ll be. I will take your hand and we will turn together to look at the road we travelled to reach, this, the hour of our happiness. It stretches behind us and the future lies ahead, A long, winding road, whose every turning means discovery. Old hopes, new laughter and shared tears. The adventure has just begun.
We’re all in this together.
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