Only my own would be enough.
Entering present moment, present being—a paradox; unsuspecting truth.
My sky is boundless, if I will simply flap my wings.
birth encompasses so much more
than simply being born.
What is driving you?
Enter the moment, for truly within it
there is nothing but love—
I treasure those days that I remember how simple life can be— if I won’t complicate it. Roasting a sweet potato— a minimalist feast. Savoring the sweetness of each hearty […]