I was born in the land of the open plains.
Dry cracked ground
Wind whipping at your hems
Hearing the coyotes cry across the land
A land barren of forestry, rich in open starry nights
A peaceful yet rugged place where the nomads wandered long ago
& somewhere in that openness, when I closed my eyes,
I could see them
Swaying above my head, rooted deep into the Earth, carrying the wisdom of decades and centuries.
The trees.
Elsewhere.
Not in the field or near the canyons.
but steady along the river, dense in the forest, and taller than any warrior man. Rich in greens and browns.
The trees called to me in my sleep and in my soul.
Their nature moves within me.
An embodiment of rooted strength and the steady growth of time.
With each return to the plains, no matter how rich that time may be, there is rarely a moment when I don’t long to sit beneath their shade or run my hand along their aging bark.
So I move closer. Each step guiding me and pulling me to where the trees are.
Where I feel most at home.
Stay tuned to Journey Home Healing for a new Yoga & Meditation library launching in the coming weeks!
This library will be available to all paid subscribers ($5/month) and will include a range of styles and levels for people at all stages of life. If there’s anything you would love to see sooner rather than later, let me know!