Endings and beginnings.

I love the moments of transition between the dissolution of something and the non-yet materialisation of possibilities. I love that space, it gives me a sense of freedom nothing else really can.

That’s why it is so easy for me to quit or end something and start something else, but always passing through a middle transition, the void between two points. And I love being there imagining and planning and organising my strategic ways of letting go, and of being disciplined. That balance between flowing with the current, but also knowing how to use the wind in your sails…

The year is coming to an end, at least in this calendar. But there are always endings and beginnings. Every single breath is a beautiful metaphor of all existence.
Diving within myself to retreat in the emptiness of this moment, this transition, this void. See you on the other side.