Following my heart. Following the light.

More and more I feel a need to step out of life, from the hectic social media, from all that drains and exhausts. The countryside is calling me, nature beckoning me with its empowering energy.

As the world whirls forward, I have a need to slow down, feel the earth touch my bare feet, the wind on my skin, the ocean air on my lips. A need to move in harmony with nature, follow its gentle rhythm, my rhythm.

I have a need to be rooted in this time, rooted in what’s real and true. To stand whole in each moment, to be open to the light that courses through me. 

Slowing down has opened up a new world for me. Sitting with the uncomfortable silence, the pressure of the world, moving through the pain and darkness, feeling all the feels – feeling until the feelings have moved through me. Feeling until they have taught me what they came to teach me.

The quiet has breathed new life into me. A grounded, stable, blooming life that after a very long winter suddenly feels overwhelming.

Overwhelming in a good way. In a lively way. Reminding me that this is what it is to be alive. To marvel at the light at dawn, to stare at the moon until all you see is light despite the sunless sky, to breathe in the lush life of freshly blooming flowers, to let the wind shake and rattle you until your hair is a mess.

Exploring life. Feeling alive. Alive in a new way, more grounded, more in touch, wiser and yet like a child; curious, ever attentive, always following the inner call, the internal map that leads the way. 

Following my heart. Following the light. Following what calls to me.

And what calls to me is nature, peace, quiet, turning my phone off, stepping into new places, forgotten worlds, lives lost and found.

It’s time to go. I can feel the world aligning, the opportunities rising, the places calling – Barcelona is home, but my light is needed elsewhere. 

 I hear your call. I’m on my way – just a little longer, the time is almost here. 

On my way.

Ida.