08/30/2026
I return to the mountains often, paying regular visits to myself π«
I bow at the feet of wisdom and breathe deep, allowing thought to return to its confines. Allowing love to take its place. A force much like the wind, felt and seen only in which it moves through.
I pray my heart to be received just the same.
Where do you find yourself when your thinking mind is most quiet? When you return to feeling body and open heart?
β’β’β’