At 10 AM when the sun rises; just above the trees and the wind rustles the leaves, I hope you’ll think of me.
For I am you! As the sun dries the dew, We wake feeling renewed by this blissful view.
The train offers sound healing. A hum like no other, but only nature in sight- So it seems the calling of the mother. Thank you Pachamama, for these moments of surrender. Upon the dragon’s lair, Shall we ever remember.
I thank you for your strength, I thank you for the trees, I thank you for the moments that nobody else sees.
Thank you for this love that brings me to my knees And, thank you, for removing all the troubles plaguing me.
When I leave this space, I will feel relieved. Thank you for your time. Messages received. - Hendrix, dragon Reborn 🐉💚
Staying at the hostel in Brunswick, Georgia I found myself quite captivated in getting back to the basics on power down sunday. Cooking over the fire, composting, feeding chickens, writing poetry in a journal with pen by candle light. Sleeping in a screened enclosure deep in the outdoors with soooo many blankets to account for the weather. Hearing the owls and insects and woodland fairies howl their battle cries into the night. So much life in the forest while we calmly lay ourselves to rest. Truly blissful. This is how I choose to live my life. This is truly honoring this land.