Again and again and I sit in a different space, a different latitude, a different country..yet, it all looks the same. And, I quite find that nowhere I go can I ever change the ways look until I change the way I see them.
I travel miles away to feel…to release….to be fucking vulnerable. To cry. To let go. And, it all looks the same. I found I could never escape me. And, no matter how far I go physically the same me follows me..and the lesson is one thing. Love me. Love myself. Self love is a practice and it’s not taught…fucking love yourself. Love yourself hard and soft. Be your fucking number one. All else will follow…
Gratitude for the waves that hugged me today, I love you. Your flow teaches me all. The current is key….
Jen Juice 