In the south, autumn isn’t seen so much as felt. Here, it rides in on the wings of birds looking for their seasonal homes. The leaves don’t really change, but the wind does, and it speaks of letting go, freedom, and transformation. We don’t add layers of sweaters and boots, we shed them. Our season […]
One year of the elements – introduced and induced, one by one. Three hundred sixty-five lessons, beneath three hundred and sixty-five suns. The wind was the first among them to rise, to beckon, whispering my name, as a herald, a signal, a caution, a sign, that nothing would ever be the same. Next to call […]
My kind of spirituality is the kind that needs no name. It respects no rules and fits no form. It’s as unique as an evening star, and fluid as the morning mists. My kind of spirituality doesn’t come from the pages of a book, but rises up from the depths of my soul. My sacred […]
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