Nomadic Echo wasn't born from a dream - it rose from survival. A shift that sparked a path, carved by instinct and lit by trust - a path that became a purpose that continues to evolve - untamed, limitless, and true.

 

I didn't grow up dreaming of becoming who I am now. This version of me was shaped through fire, freedom, and the fierce grace of a thousand brutal beginnings. I burned through every false self until there was no one left to be... but me.

 

I’ve lived nomadically for the past six years wandering through national forests and BLM land across Colorado, Utah, Arizona, and New Mexico - led by instinct, shaped by the seasons, and grounded by the Earth. My three loyal canine companions always beside me, as the wild became my teacher and the unknown, my rhythm. 

 

While gathering trashy treasures from forgotten places, I began transforming it into small pieces of art that carry a new frequency - pieces of beauty forged from destruction. My creative work is not just about beauty. It’s about transmutation - taking what’s been discarded and giving it new life, new light, new meaning. These soft, echoing wind chimes began to reflect not just my creativity, but the rhythm of who I am.

 

This path has never just been just about the art. It’s been about remembering - myself, the Earth, what it means to live in alignment. It’s about what can happen when we slow down, listen, and move with intention. It’s about letting the truth I was born to carry finally speak.

 

There’s medicine in the wandering. There’s a map that reveals itself only when you stop chasing paths that we're never yours. Each turn was shaped by instinct, not instruction. I wasn’t lost - I was tracking something deeper. And it carried the exact frequency I was always meant to follow.

 

The life I live now isn’t ordinary.

But it was never meant to be.

 

I wasn’t built to belong in the world as it was -

I was built to help reshape it.

To live what I came here to carry.

To honor the code within me, even when no one else could see it.

 

It’s shaped by intuition, trust, and truth-telling.

By a frequency that doesn’t perform, but reveals.

By knowing what’s mine and walking it - whether it’s understood or not.

 

That’s the path of the outsider.

The guide.

The one who never quite fit, because they’re here to help others remember what does.

 

And though it’s asked everything of me,

I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Because it’s real.

Because it’s mine.

Because it set me free.