We are of the earth
To her we do return
The future is inside us
It’s not somewhere else
This is lovely. The times I’ve spent extended time in solitude still hold onto my soul, calling me to return. (via Kottke)
Some beautiful music for a Sunday Morning.
Worth a revisit.
When I tell people that my little girl performs in circus, this is what I mean.
Always be knolling. Always.