There’s something freeing about being weightless. In that moment just at the height of a jump where for a split second you’re traveling neither up nor down, you lose sense of direction, of gravity… you float. Empty.
There’s something freeing about being weightless. In that moment just at the height of a jump where for a split second you’re traveling neither up nor down, you lose sense of direction, of gravity… you float. Empty.
Who am I?
Dancer. Teacher. Manager. Barista. Son. Designer. Traveller. Owner. Renter. Facilitator. Yogi.
As time ticks steadily on, we enter into the month of June- ever closer to another solstice, another shift… Here in Bali, busy season is approaching and with it comes a buzz of energy whizzing in different directions.