On a frosty Christmas morning in my French home town, I walked the paths I’ve walked so many times before. Yet, like many times before they felt familiar and new at the same time. Maybe I’m the one who is different when I come back here, maybe I’m the one who is changing.
That morning the sun was coming up and with its warmth, was bringing everything back to life… including me…
Happy New Year to you and may you find your path and your light.
With Love xoxo