Until we wake up...

“Fate whispers to the warrior, “You cannot withstand the storm,’ and the warrior whispers back, “I AM the storm.’”

Gently placed with mindful intent; fitting and flowing onward with perfect imperfection…. Stones become soft; held and received by Earth with love and with care.

One more full rotation around the sun….Still spinning…

There was a time when our continents where one. Before birth, our souls connected and interwoven through lifetimes.

This Moment….

May we continue to see…That which we are blessed to gaze upon from the mystic mountains to those ocean eyes to the sacred reflection of the mirror within.

Seed born from its firmly rooted mother; open and vulnerable to the surrounding world…. Exquisite being of becoming encased in malleable armor.

One look at you and my whole life fell in line….

Sa…Infinite sky kisses and caresses the unpredictable rise and fall of perfectly imperfect mountain tops without question; without ending.

Safe within walls of confinement that we have instinctively built to protect something we know is coming…

The Strength of Promise….

Noise has taken over once again and I am called to listen…..

You ebb and I flow….You rise and I root….You rest and I run…

Eyes open and it is dark. During these times we must rely on the light that shines within.

My heart speaks to your heart….

Darkness falls and gives the Earth permission to rest….

Mother Earth lives IN me….

Mountains teach me strength. No matter how strongly the winds blow I remain steadfast.