hate to admit it but I am chronically online these days
at least I’m enjoying some good music during my scroll sessions 🤪🎶
song: Die on this Hill by @siennaspiro
Will you stay till the beat drops?
Cloe and I had just met and did a part one to this video. We then chatted a bit and she was telling me she just came back from a music festival. Where she felt free. So free. Free from the confines of the modern life we have created for ourselves. Free from the worries of the day to day. Free from the invisible modern day chains we put on ourselves, where but a few (provided you can make enough money to leave this rat race), can have a taste of that freedom.
She told me she bathed in Rivers, broke bread with friends, who became family, became one with the land, and danced her heart out. Isnt this closer to how we should be living? Instead of me, me, me, individualistic state of mind, always trying to chase and achieve, when really…. To our soul, none of this matters.
When’s the last time you truly felt Free? Like really Free? Have you ever?
Wanted to share a bit on what I’ve been moving through
So grateful to have singing and music as a vessel to alchemize my emotions
And grateful for this song “She Used to be Mine” by Sara Bareilles 💗 which really encapsulates this specific grief I’ve felt for the last few years and has held me through many low moments with it
if this post resonates with you, I just want you to know you’re not alone ❤️
a little freestyle I did at a jam session on Monday, which was the the 10 year anniversary of my moms passing. A lot of old grief has been coming up… but I’m also feeling her with me more viscerally than I ever have. Really understanding she is truly with me all the time ❤️ I love you mom
