Where is your sacred place?
The woods are my sacred place. I breathe in life and the decay of the fallen. In it all, I am rejuvenated and re-balanced. I am brought quickly to the rumblings of my... More > soul. Rumblings, that in this air, are given life. Vivid images of people dancing, shapes, colors, lines and words...
”Paint!”, my soul speaks.
Draw, my hands itch;
Dance, my feet stomp;
and the Hawk shrieks.
I am brought face to face with my souls longing.
“It doesn’t have to be big”, I hear. “It doesn’t have to consume you, but it must be.”
You now hold in your hands the birthed rumblings of my soul.
Walk through its pages. Meditate on its message and find the sacred space where your soul can sing.< Less