Mother Earth, Father Sky, speaking to the ancient memory of my soul in the language of grace. Tears of deep understanding always arise in a time/space that often makes no sense, yet a space where even the mind accepts its limitations when the universal heart begins to speak and I stop to listen.
This is the regenerative balm for a weary, weathered soul. An ever-present realignment for the monumental task at hand, an eternal light that ever-soothes and beckons us onward.
