tree, tower over me.

I want to stay smaller than the trees.These ancient ancestors that have kept growing beyond what we'll ever see in a lifetime.Resting against its base, the redwood reverberates wisdom of slow, of pause, into my spine, my sacrum.It knows, remembers, through the roots that connect to past generations of its elders.Somehow in human history, we... Continue Reading →

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