The biggest fallacy I think I indulge in is the theory of coincidences. i find things strange, weird, odd and everything in between before I call them true. and for someone who harbors as much faith as much as I do in her heart, I find that to be a disservice to myself. I wipe away magic for realism. I toss out the beauty of the mysterious wonders of the universe for moments of factual exchanges and stoic dialogues. I find myself disconnecting in a time where my body mind and soul are incredibly connected - so much so my own cycle is directly synced to the full moon and it’s as though there is no more coincidence allotted in my life. there is no more happenstance, it’s as though life is dancing out it’s perfectly orchestrated events in order to create a narrative of no more “wait, that’s strange”. there is no pattern nor is factuality trumping fluidity to me anymore. I desire to allow myself to be pulled to all magical forces like love and open heartedness. I owe this to myself.

Me marrying the magic of life, back in 2016. It’s amazing how the fullness of life allows it’s beauty to traverse into the mystery and back to square one. I am deeply aware of the privilege to see my own unfolding. It’s a blessing to know the hands that hold me will never let me fall and that my intuition always brings me home - to my heart. Nothing is a coincidence and everything is magical and I’m re-remembering why. I love fluidity and the gift of fucking breaking out of monotony as a lifestyle, daily.