Mother is a verb

Leaving this view and my first born today. I’m going to miss him, this breathtaking view, their super cool milk frother and the warmth of his heart so much.

Change is such a mixed bag of emotions. Road tripping really brings it to the forefront. Can’t be with the next moment unless we let go of the one we are in. Over and over and over.

Grateful for who and what’s here now, curious and excited for what’s next and sad to miss what I love each time I leave.

The dualities and complexities of change can be a lot to be present to and navigate.

I’ve reminded myself daily on this trip that I am built for this. I am highly qualified to lead the charge of change.

I left home at 15 in 1989 to be an exchange student-not on a program just with a suitcase and a shit ton of courage.

25 years ago I was a guide for an adventure camping company for German speaking tourists. They needed many more answers and much more certainty than I ever will.

I’ve studied primate behavior, metaphysics, world religions and transpersonal psychology all while witnessing human behavior through the lens of a camera.

I get change. I don’t always like it but I’m deeply familiar with its arena.

I made crepes this morning in an attempt to mother on my way out. That’s a verb you know and it’s an important part of myself to express as an empty nester.

What change are you seeking? What change has been seeking you?