"Love and the MAGIC of what a WILDER mind can CREATE."

to be a dreamer bound by the shackles of reality. I’ve always balanced on that fine line between what my soul was crated for and what reality demands of a person. The truth Is I’m a shapeshifter, I adapt to what reality expects of me sometimes at the cost of my inner being.

It’s both a blessing and a curse to travel between dreams, fantasy and reality. To loose yourself in the love stories of even the smallest moments, the way the sun reflects in a black forest lake, the first time your baby puts those chubby arms around your neck or the scent of your lovers skin in the fall.
Small things I can linger in forever, short moments of eternal love.
2016 was the first time that I noticed the change. At first I wanted to believe the doctors but a black fear had stated to grow in my chest. My father was sick, and time would show he had a vicious type
of dementia. My once so strong, wise, and endlessly loving father faded away before my eyes and in February of 2022 I held his hand for the last time, softly whispering in his ear; it’s okay you can leave, we’ll be all right. Knowing the wound of him going will never fully heal.
In the aftermath, the emptiness and sorrow I decided that I wouldn’t let anything stop me from creating a business and a life built around what makes my heart sing, love and the magic of what a wilder mind can create.

It's a hard thing