There is a particular way in which life and thoughts unfold when you are in the presence of nature. Everything seems to come together in solemn stillness.
It only asks for a meditative mind and is free of any sort of judgment.
Cascading thoughts would only interrupt the natural flow of the small but significant events that make up a landscape.



Paradoxically, the distress that has wrapped the world, is a much-needed isolation that chopped off all the broken parts of me.

Over the years, they’ve been dragging me down. Now I feel a sweet, tender release.
I’ve painted, journaled, and danced and been the one I left behind many years back.

And one thing I’ve learned is that the world chatter shouldn’t have to stop for me to live in the way I am meant to.