I am a feather...

I am now 27-years-old, born on the 27th day of the 9th month, in the year 9teen-eighty9 --there's magic in this year for me... 

I have never felt more excited to be a student of life; No longer pre-occupied with keeping up the appearance that I know what I am doing or where I might be headed. It is time for me to ground into the way-of-living that suits me best...
 

For a few months now, I've been living in this state of 'drifting'... from the mountains of Colorado, to a random photoshoot in the Central Park of Manhattan, to where I sit now in this cute coffee shop in Manchester (Chorlton if you must know), I am feeling rooted in this space of rootlessness... Where am I drifting toward you ask? perhaps into clarity. Perhaps into my newfound lifestyle. or PERHAPS I am not headed anywhere specific...

Perhaps I am like this feather, floating on the waters of Lake Coniston...