With a wisp of the wind, it seems as though my path on Maui has come to an excruciating halt. One that I was sure I would never come to, and yet my closest friends might tell me otherwise. You have been contemplating leaving for a year and a half, now you are listening. Change is always so scary. Why would I leave paradise? Why am I going out into the world that I needed so much healing from?

Trump’s in office yet again, Alien information is about to be released, war and genocide continue to scorch parts of the Earth, the darkness behind the biggest names in Hollywood being exposed, and everyone’s shadows are grabbing them by the throat… What now? Honestly, I am so annoyed the fact that so many people are emotionally deterred by this man’s appointment to office. Everyone’s emotions are valid. Absolutely. And alsooo… whether for him or against him… to me it was clear to see that this American government doesn’t actually matter.

There’s a well of love for myself that I once left untouched. It was a dry well, really. Cracked at the bottom. I thought that I had to keep walking miles to fill it up with more. I kept walking, walking. Abandoning my well. And of course, it kept drying up, because how many trips does it take to fill up a well? One day, I was so tired, I slipped and fell into my well. The landing was so painful and devastating, the reality of the drought I had been facing. I laid there for a while. Motionless. A prayer, left ringing in the silence.

We all know the topics of self-love, self-care, self-worth, romanticizing your life, prioritizing your pleasure, etc. Do we know that these practices are actually facets of what we would consider the erotic to be today? In these practices, we are creating a beautiful relationship with the energy of love. We are cultivating that love as a source within rather than seeking it outside of ourselves, which is something a lot of us are used to.