
Stories in my sleep — crosses and fires.
Two dreams and two stories. One of births and one of death.
Two dreams and two stories. One of births and one of death.
Day 8 and it's about being present. I end up in a forest. ':)
It's late, I am tired, and words are coming out of me for those reasons. Or so I thought.
It had to end with lessons.
I could be sad and resentful, but a change in perspective means I change how I feel, and what I do.
Go be intentionally foolish. Go be brave. Go be experimental.
And my love, go choose only one thing.
I started a company called 26 Letters. Here's the story behind it...
Make a bowl of yoghurt and fruit.
And I’m going to start looking for better.