Some things are just not for sale. They are my healing tools. The things in the world which remind me and somehow connect me back into the ethereal nature of the unfolding mystery of my life and my soul. Like trying to grab a glistening diamond of light off the surface of a river at sunset, that's how it feels trying to embody and remember who I am as a soul. My human self all full of gusto eagerly chasing the glamours and glitters. But it's my soul that is the real gold. So tonight I'm packing my sacred symbols. My alter. My sanity makers. My pacifiers. My gps systems. My cheerleaders. My gurus. My gods and goddesses. My stars. My philosophers. My high priests and priestesses. My magicians. My shamans. My hugs when there's no one there to hug me. ..My mirrors.. 🙏 So here's to the inner journey and the flaming torches that light our way when we are in the darkness. #trustinginfinitely #nyc #mexico #sacredthings #thepath #discover #crystalbowl #whateverittakes #keepmovingupward #keepyoureyeonthelight (at West Village)