Would we know beauty if it wasn’t for the pain?
Would we know the power of a touch if it wasn’t for hands held in a chain?

Connection isn’t overrated.
Quite the opposite, it’s understated.
It’s the things that we go through, that allow the universe to answer the question of, ‘who are you?’
It’s the people we meet, that tell the difference between what is false and what is true.
It’s not the arrival, it’s the journey.
It’s not the honey, it’s the trap.
It’s not the wrap, it’s the gift.
It’s not the peninsula, it’s the horizon when your boat floats adrift.
It’s not the call of the siren, it’s the aftermath that will follow.
Some gestures, like things obtained, can be empty and hollow.
Sometimes the present is your presence.

Showing up to make a difference, because the future is now, and it carries your essence.
It’s not the money, it’s the freedom.
It’s not what you become, it’s who you already are.
It’s not the bar, it’s the attempts you make that are deposits into the jar.
It’s building yourself up from the mud, because it’s the lessons that lessen the worry.
It’s not your hurry, it’s the intention behind your steps.
It’s not the memory, it’s the time your memory always reps.
It’s the destiny that becomes the legacy.
A fundamental difference between you and me.
Purpose is specific to everyone individually.
It’s not the car, it’s the road travelled.
It’s not the nebula, it’s the power of space.
This is where I create.
A place to put a name to a face.

Thank you for showing up. Everyone is welcome.