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calling old girls 🙂‍↔️

Are we nearly there? Yes. Are we a way away? Yes. Are we getting better? Yes. Are we getting worse? Yes. Have we seen the bottom? Yes. Can we feel the top. Yes. Are we free? Yes. Are we a product of what’s around us? Yes. Is Heaven? Yes. Is hell? Yes. Is today? Yes. Is right now? Yes. April playlist: yh, in bio. Yes.

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march ‘25: lluvia (you-via, translates to rain) A break I assumed would come with perfect weather ☀️ didn’t. Still, there was a peace I felt walking in the rain—one I’d been slowly losing sight of because daily routine 🔄.

Rain beating my waterproof, socks soaked from stepping in puddles—moments that would’ve annoyed me @ home 🙄—became moments of joy here 😌. Moments of recognising how beautiful This all is weren’t as few and far between.

Between meeting new old friends and old new ones, it felt like the second chapter of a dream that began in October 💭. Holding on to that beauty when I got back felt vital—but instead, I settled back into a strange unease.

Now what? 🤷🏾‍♂️🤔

Lluvia comes from the Latin pluvia, meaning “flow.”

Go with it 🌊🏊🏾‍♂️

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1 Corinthians 13:13. Three things will last forever - faith, hope and love - and the greatest of these is love.

Love is so powerful, it’s the answer to every question, every problem, every riddle. At first I was going to dedicate February to someone whose life we celebrated for the first time a year ago today, but realising they are still with us, decided to dedicate it to all love. Love is making and spending time. Love is presence. Love is why I am alive and love is why I am writing this right now. Link in bio.

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#loveit #loveyou #corinthians #music #february #love

jan ‘25: outros. The end of a circle leads to the start of the very same circle 🔁. Surrender to change or be trapped in a loop ⛓️‍💥. I find myself in the same situations again 😓 and again 😓 until I learn from it, until I approach it from a different angle 📐. The answer is often acting out of love. January is the start of the year but the end of this circle. Outros tend to be reflective, full of gratitude, full of introspection. So is January. To move forward, I look back, and act now. I fuck up, but it’s okay because I know the direction of travel, my North Star. Candlemas coming at the end of this 3 part circle is not a coincidence. Enough looking back, now it’s looking forward, still acting now. All we have is now. Link in bio.

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December, the Bermuda Triangle of time and space. No circle can be made perfect without being faced with a decision. Determines whether we go back to the start or if we keep ascending. Short songs because transitions, because split second decisions, because every event we are always faced with many options. Link in bio.

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