The air is heavy with burning hand-rolled incense from a dear friend, I’ve got enough room that I could wild-thing in every direction without hitting a wall or furniture, my heart is racing from listening to music just a little too loud, and every bit of me is pouring out into the space.
It has been a couple years since I had a space that was all mine, to roll around in without interruption and where it’s no one’s business other than my own that I have all the furniture oddly to one side because I value floor space more than any other kind of arrangement.
Here is home, where I can enthusiastically meet myself with where I am at each morning, with heart-filled movement or quiet meditation. Crystals, candles, and all my forest treasures spread out across every surface reminding me of all the places I’ve loved and found a piece of home. Same apartment, but a whole new space💙