The shadows behind the photos

I have gotten a lot of negative feedback from people over the last 12 months, as I ask for support in the form of sponsorships I get told that I am not able to ask for any support due to the fact that I am living the dream everyone else wishes to live. Well I can promise it’s not all just beautiful landscapes and pretty pictures. 

I have given up my house for a tent,

I have given up my car for a pair of hiking shoes,

I have given up my bed for a blanket on the floor, 

I have given up my family and friends for a community that doesn’t understand me,

I have given up breakfast and lunch many days so I can afford to take my dogs out and have fun,

I have given everything up to live my life,

I made the choice to reach for my dream and I live it.

Is it always easy? No

Can I manage to survive here? I don’t know.

Do I struggle to put food on my plate? Yes.

Do my dogs ever go hungry? No. 

Do they ever stay at home? No. 

Would I change my life? No. 

If I am asking for support, it’s not because I am looking for an easy way out, it’s not because I want you to feel sorry for me. It is purely because I am not able to carry on posting those beautiful photos, it is because I can’t give my dogs the most amazing experiences 

I ask for help because everything I do here I do it to help and change the world for dogs. And I don’t ask them to pay me for that. 


Why do you wake?

I live to be alive. The ultimate feeling of life is to feast, to drink, to have relationships, to discover both the external and internal worlds. I live so I can love. I hurt so I can love again. I wake up so I can fill my day and once my body is tired I rest my head to prepare for the next. 
I wake because I was given a gift. I wake because I have the possibility to wake. 

I wake because I believe there will come a day where life will be peace, where all heartbeats will be free, where the world will live on love.

Passion

One thing I have noticed since being here in Italy. The wealthy countries know not how to live but merely how to work.

Italy is one of those countries that bring poverty into mind when thought of. This isn’t far from the truth. There is a lot of struggle here Italy. Saying this it has more then most rich countries. It has love, passion, culture, family, art, respect and the list can go on. This I did not see when I was in Switzerland, Germany and even Austria. (Where I stayed in Austria was not bad but not as warm as in Italy.)

Here we have strangers that become family, help is given to everyone, a smile is shared no matter who you are. There is intimacy between strangers that shares many qualities of love. This is not love like the rest of the world talks of love. This is a love of life. There is nothing but life here to live for and to love in. This for me is the reason I wish to stay. This is the element we need to have internationally. 

Germany has everything, yetcomplains about refugees. 

Italy has nothing, yet they share laughs and conversations with refugees.
Time to wake up world and start realizing that to live hating and fearing each other is no way to live but a way to be controlled.