What do I want to do with my time?
to walk untethered in the world to wander without a compass only to find my way home at the end of the day to carry only that which feeds me wholly to embrace silence until the language of the land becomes my own to pause when the bones say rest under the outstretched arms of a forest green to honor the hoof prints of the doe with words rippling down a blank page
and
to say, “Here, take these words and know the freedom of honoring the yearning of your soul.”
Monday, March 8
Untethered in the World
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