See with the eyes that allow you to open your mind, feel with your whole heart, and sense with your entire body. — Magic of the Aspen Tree Crested Butte, CO Summer 2017
Winter is the womb where Spring finds the room, to give way to Summer where she is in full bloom. Then falls into Autumn like the leaves to their resting tomb. Home again. We find ourselves. In the deep Winter of our womb.
Guest Writer This Week! Featuring a poem about women who not only run with wolves, they dance.
I came from the ocean, and to the ocean I shall return. I am not of your land, nor do I believe in your ways, I simply come for a time to explore your place. When I let go of my wet skin, and ability to swim, it's not because I don't love the mysterious … Continue reading I Shall Return…
This is what relating is for the Great Wanderers. The ones who embraced being lost and found that their only way through, was learning how to love.