I believed until recently that absentmindedness was the reason I leave my keys on the checkout counter or my sunglasses on the restaurant window ledge. But then someone told me that it is not forgetfulness but my desire to be remembered that compels me to leave pieces of myself wherever I am. Chicago. Then Dallas. Kansas City. Then San Diego. Mine is a story of leaving little pieces of my heart behind even before I was twelve years old. How curious that as an adult I would follow this childhood nomadic life as necessary to me as taking tiny first…
MY LIFE IS DEDICATED TO CREATING SPACES THAT PULL THE INVISIBLE INTO THE REALM OF THE SEEN…BECAUSE IT IS THE UNSEEN WHERE THE SOUL RESIDES.
MY FASCINATION WITH HOW WE TRANSFORM OUR SURROUNDINGS, HAS EVOLVED INTO A FASCINATION WITH HOW WE WILLINGLY ALLOW WHAT WE GO THROUGH TO TRANSFORM THE INTERIORS OF WHO WE ARE.
Have you noticed that there are some people who change the room just by being precisely who they are?
There are those who are absorbed by trends, opinions, popularity. And then there are those who elevate us by refusing to be anyone but themselves.
These are the room-changers. The ones who shift the energy. The ones who bring beauty to everything they touch.
THERE IS NO TIME TO BE LIKE ANYTHING OR ANYONE BUT SIMPLY AND METICULOUSLY MORE LIKE YOU.
HOMESICK
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