Saturday, May 28, 2016


A single blade of grass.  Sand sticking to the sides of your feet.  The smell of pine needles and moss in the forest.  A small yellow dandelion.  Everywhere, everywhere are reminders of home.  My mother, Gaia, keeping me grounded and calling me back when my head gets too far up into the clouds.  Sit, she says.  Stay.  Be.

So I do...

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