past lives

It’s funny how we do things because they remind us of our past lives. Like how I’ll always cook a certain pasta dish because it reminds me of a life I used to love with someone I used to love. Or the way I have to pair a soup with crispy potatoes because it brings me straight back to the warm, drawn down by the evening mountain glow, yet still bustling streets of beautiful Cusco, Peru. There are past lives in me still yet to come, but for now, I am living in my present, wholeheartedly, with every ounce of gratitude I can possibly muster, because I am safe, and healthy, and loved, and it is such a privilege.

Dear Cusco, I miss you.

All for now,

All my love,

Onward.

-m