There’s something truly powerful about living in different places, one after another. It's something so subtle, yet deeply felt: the vibration of each place, and the way it resonates with your own.
There’s a special kind of freedom in making your way across the land, veering off the beaten track and finding your own path. It stirs something ancient in me — a distant memory of a time when trails didn’t exist, and nature couldn’t be fenced off. Though I have no conscious recollection of those days, my soul remembers. The moment my feet first touched the Moors, I felt it: I was home.
A journey of deep transformation, unexpected choices, and embracing a new path...
The sunlight is shining through the branches, the sprouting leaves still leaving enough space for the sun to reach my face. I close my eyes and breathe. "You are free", my inner voice tells me, "free at all times to say no". I know. I love this place. With my whole heart. And I am ready. "Yes", I whisper back. I know that I have the courage to leave this all behind. To end a life and, like the phoenix, rise up into a new life. The era of the hermit is ending. The era of the traveller is starting…