This year felt stuck between a sense of a lot happening and nothing happening all at once. A lot happened. And yet I’m left with an even stronger desire for liberation and flying freely out of a fog and into a clarity. It’s confusing and certain all at once. Safe and unsettling. It’s a strange time to be experiencing. Each year I take at least one solo trip to a place I’ve never been as a way to refuel and this was the first year that didn’t allow me the time or space to do so, even though it feels like not much else happened. Plans kept changing or getting rear-ended by an unexpected circumstance. I’m left craving a time and space of unexplored solitude to refuel and recenter myself. A change of scenery. Disappointed yet grateful to be Here. May we all continue to practice patience, kindness, empathy and acceptance with ourselves and those around us. May 2022 allow us all more time and space for healing, grounding, and venturing off into a great unknown that is only our own. ✨