Love Wins

This week starts the moving process for me: I’ll be jumping between a few flats over the next couple of months – and am mighty grateful to the folks who are being kind enough to put me up/ let me use their flats!

Packing everything away to move has reminded me how much stuff I own. I’m still amazed at how much stuff I can accumulate in the space of a few years. I did a good clear out of old clothes and other bits and bobs, took a pile of stuff to the charity shop. It feels good, clearing out. A physical reminder of the mental and emotional clearing.

Up until Monday, when I moved out of my old flat, every time I left my room I left under the covering of two words:

Love Wins

Those two words define everything for me. When everything’s gone wrong, love wins. When all my plans have fallen through, love wins. When I don’t know what continent I’ll be on in a few months, love wins. When my deepest fears come true, love wins.

I needed that reminder every day. Every. Single. Time.

Love wins.



"Ultimately, movement is only as valuable as your commitment to stillness, and vice versa."

Pico Iyer

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