The photons call out in desperation, for the body to pay attention.
To find your balance, master the art of gratitude.
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
Nature tells stories. It is alive with the history and human conversations which passes through it.
This past decade has been filled with many turns in the bumpy road I have traveled. I have pushed through deep depressions and sad realizations about this human existence. I have absorbed and grown my mindfulness and ability to receive and give love. I have waded through dissociative disorder peaks, organizing the many compartments of … Continue reading The Eye Of the Mother
I can be like a hound dog, occasionally distracted by attractive scents, sniffing successfully until something redirects me.