
I used to get trapped in my mind quite a bit. endless loops that contaminate every moment, lost for what seems like days at a time. there came a point where the only escape was further inward, in search of that origin point where it all kicks off. it was during this journey that moments of just being present wherever it may have been became anchored in a resigned contentment. like a breeze on your face standing on the coast, just on the shoreline where earth becomes water – cold, wet – and oddly comforting.