I don’t know how to go back to a world of order and security. It is in the fear that I may not make it to the other side that allows the ideas to break free. In my past I thought, well I can wait another day. My stomach was full and my eyes glittering. To have it all felt as if I had nothing when I was without that dream. I had love, a home and a job though the fire of passion for what I was doing blew out. I cut the net I dove into a stream that led into the sea.

I couldn’t see as the water filled my eyes, but the warmth drew me near. I just had to keep paddling, knowing that we could get on indulging the flames of the heart. The days fill with worries as together we fight. We are in it together living on a prayer. Would I change it and go back to fine dining and fancy cars, maybe for a moment but my heart would leap for uncertainty. It is in the grand pursuit of a mystery.

Does it end? The quest around the bend, on no God no because it is the magic that ignites the trigger. A year ago a man in a coconut shop in Bali told me that the word inspire comes from the concept of being ‘in spirit’. To fulfill ones calling truly is to be inspired and become an inspiration. Well then I guess I can accept the term as aligning with one’s purpose despite how challenging and reckless it may feel at times.

Many years ago in St Tropez.

My lovely friend Olivier at his family’s summer home.

St Tropez bling

Loved the drives in a vintage ride with the riviera flowing through my hair.