Sunday and the surrender of bare feet in the woods by the lake. ⚘
Butterflies drifted like peaceful thoughts & two cranes crossed the sky above me.
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Then when I walked back home, as if the heavens exhaled, two vast white feathers fell slowly from above, landing gently before me.
Felt surreal.
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My feet were wet & cold for an hour after I insisted to have them in the cold lake but soon warmed by a flame rising from within.
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I sat beside a great pine tree
and for the first time in a long while,
I felt a deep stillness gently finding its way to me. At the root of that pine, surrounded by flowers, I found peace.
When I arrived home after my walk, I made a hummus bowl. My kitchen became like a thin place between two worlds. The bowl in my hands a small cauldron of peace. And I thought: perhaps healing is not a great storm or revelation but this return to simplicity, this remembering that even ordinary things can hold the shape of sanctuary. Outside, the wind moved through trees like a soft chant. Inside, I was no longer lost.⚘
