First Morning at Akrimios

Last night, Ingrid gave me half a loaf of fresh baked bread, butter, and fruit. She told me to help myself to tea and coffee in her workspace downstairs. I found a jar of honey here in my kitchenette. What a delightful breakfast I had, sitting at the window looking out at the sea and mountains. A former me might have felt sad for having no one with whom to share this lovely morning. I do not feel sad at all. I am filled with quiet bliss. And I am not alone. I am sharing it with you.

I am a voice from your future, bidding you come. Let go of those things that weigh you down. Keep to those roots that nourish you, and pull up those that hold you back. Take the risk, spread your wings, and fly.