Suddenly, all of my ancestors are behind me. ‘Be still,’ they say. ‘Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.’
As we walk this sacred land
do we carry our soul
to care is to give ourselves time to heal
appreciate our wounds
the place where the light
enters our body.
The strange energy that heightens our
Causing expectations, blocking the expansion of our loves.
Scars are our imperfections, each one tells a story creating a unique beauty
of the magic you hold within yourself.
What draws people in and all around that is around you.
The love you receive is the love that you give to yourself.
Pay attention, always.
Nature creates formations from imperfection each one so unique, such perfect creation.
Peacefully appreciating the natural cycle of nature, growth, learning and finding art in every scar.