22/08/2026
If you're reading this, maybe you're meant to.
I've been on quite the journey, mentally, emotionally, spiritually and now physically for some time now.
On the 14th of July, what was once a distant dream became a reality.
I left Australia and followed a pull I couldn't quite explain.
Something had been stirring within me for a long time. Something calling me forward. And eventually, I realised that all I had to do was to listen. So listen I did.
I was called to listen to that quiet inner voice, which eventually became rather loud.
I just had to honour what my soul was asking for.
To choose the path that was calling me, even when I didn't know exactly where it would lead.
And now, here I am.
Sitting in a hammock on my family's land in Grassano, Basilicata Region in Italy 🇮🇹
Literally suspended between earth and sky, held by the hammock, surrounded by the campagna, looking out towards the place where my great Nonna Rosa is buried.
And as I lie here, I feel what unconditional love feels like.
It's pretty simple really - no conditions placed on the love, placed on anyone, or anything.
It doesn't mean there are no boundaries. I've come to understand that love and boundaries are not the same thing.
Unconditional love means I don't have to prove who I am.
I don't have to become what someone or something else needs me to be in order to be loved or approved of.
I can simply be who I am, how I am, where I am, as I am — and love remains.
It exists so naturally in dogs. They don't need you to explain yourself before they love you. They don't hold grudges or expect you to be someone different.
They meet you exactly where you are.
There are no words.
Just presence.
And perhaps we experience something similar when we meet a stranger and don't share a common language.
Suddenly, we have to go deeper.
We can't rely on words or stories or labels to tell us who this person is.
We look into their eyes.
We feel their energy.
We notice their smile, their gestures, their warmth.
We meet the person beneath the language.
And somehow, we can know each other.
It's an ancient language that needs no words.
The light that's within is the light that shines out.
Sometimes you can look into someone's eyes and there is an exchange of truth, compassion and recognition without a single word being spoken.
This is the foundation of SOL Resonance and this is what runs deep in my lineage. I see past the stories, beliefs and limitations and I see the light that simply needs to be reclaimed.
Since I've been here in Italy, I feel like something in me has called me back here — not only to remember this, but to embody it once again. I too allowed the external to affect my internal, I let stories, perceptions, beliefs and conditional love dim my light.
I've journeyed to remember something my soul has always known:
Love is without conditions.
You don't need to know someone's whole story before you choose to see them.
You don't need them to be different.
You don't need them to earn your love.
You simply see them.
And perhaps that is one of the deepest forms of love — being willing to see someone before you've decided who they are.
Love doesn't mean there are no boundaries.
It means the boundaries don't have to close the heart.
I can love you exactly as you are and still honour where I end and you begin.
I can love you and still choose myself.
And sitting here, listening to my cousin speak about being a young boy in this very place, watching his grandmother work the land, I realise that perhaps this is another way love is passed down through generations.
He watched her.
He felt her relationship with the earth.
And somewhere within that experience, a love for the land and nature was planted in him.
She may never have needed to teach it with words.
He simply witnessed it.
And now, generations later, I am sitting here in the same land, suspended between earth and sky, listening to her story and feeling my own remembering.
Maybe that's what this journey has been for me.
Not learning something new.
Remembering something ancient.
Something my soul already knew.
And perhaps unconditional love has to begin here — with ourselves.
With being willing to love ourselves exactly as we are.
With listening to the quiet voice within.
With honouring what we need, what we desire, what we're drawn towards.
With trusting the pull.
With allowing ourselves to follow the path that lights something up inside us, even when we can't explain it to anyone else.
Because perhaps the greatest way we can teach others unconditional love is by first offering it to ourselves.
By no longer abandoning ourselves to meet the expectations of others.
By no longer asking, “Who do I need to be to be loved?”
And instead asking:
“What does my soul need?”
“What is calling me?”
“What feels true?”
And then having the courage to listen.
Because sometimes the journey begins the moment we stop asking for permission to follow the call within us.
The deepest things aren't always taught.
They are witnessed.
They are felt.
They are absorbed.
They are carried within us.
Sometimes they pass from a grandmother to a child.
Sometimes through the eyes of an animal.
Sometimes between two strangers who don't share a common language.
Sometimes through the land itself.
And sometimes, many years later, we find ourselves sitting in a hammock between earth and sky, looking across the land of our ancestors, and suddenly we remember.
We remember what love feels like.
And perhaps, most importantly, we remember that we are worthy of giving that love to ourselves.
No words required.
🌿❤️🌹
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