I began traveling to seek out the hidden corners of the world, but soon realized the exploration went inward, deep into the crevasses of my spirit, to the core of my soul. I learned quickly…
So above…within
The name Woman of the World came to me in the flow of travel. It was in this moment of being completely engrossed in life that I felt like I belonged to it all, yet to no place in particular. The word Rooted came to me amidst a multi-day trek in the middle of the Peruvian Andes. I touched a part of my true self in that sacred land, and as I looked outward and upward, I saw the sturdiness of the mountains reflecting back my own impenetrable roots that grounded me to the Earth below.
Impenetrable if I make that conscious choice to be so rooted in who I am, that my spirit flows with graceful ease…connected to all around me and all within me.
These stories are a dedication to the communion with Self, Source, and my brothers and sisters with whom I share no blood. They are about the distant places I traveled to that opened a passageway to travel deep within myself.
Storytelling is an ancient medicine, offering both a healing and nourishing of the heart and soul. And, sometimes, their only purpose is sheer entertainment.
There is much to learn from the experiences of life and from interactions with others I attempt to leave no stone unturned.
The anecdotes contained in this space are made possible by my own bravery to follow my desires, the serendipitous nature of some higher power, and the loving people who have helped me along the way.
I hope you enjoy.
Big Love,
Kristina