Bringing us Home
What I have to share is the white barked moonlit tree bathing in rays the bubbling spring fresh green moss rotting logs and moths a habitat for fungi, snails and microorganisms in the earth the foundational feeling when soul connects to soil and we breathe a sigh of presence in this organic balance of elements our bodies know bringing us home again and again in taste and smell and hearing the caress of air on skin sharing with us instinctual magic of the holy
