When we’re lost in the woods, we can use a compass or follow a stream. When we’re lost in our lives, we can use the intuition of our gut and heart through which our true self and the Source speak.
There is always a humming sound even in the quietest places: this is the breath of the earth.
Oh to be a mountain calm in the midst of every storm!
I am a walking tree. I am ancient. I hear the voices of millennia.
Bird songs, leaves rustling, chainsaws, lawnmowers, sirens. Urban symphony.
Voices of birds. Hum of motorized vehicles. Urban symphony.
A tree rooted in the earth feeling the sun’s rays. The ground’s juices. Heaven’s breath. Two realms linked in an ancient creature.
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