Crunch, uneven ground, burnt yellow and orange, dark slate, and pastel green sage engulf my feet.
I stand perfectly still, watching the silence rise up around me.
I'm walking, arms swinging in the crips air, the silence I felt moments before falls away as the world comes alive with the rise of the big white moon.
Back last against the dry earth, trees tower above my floating mind.
I'm small, cradled in power, in a force kept secret by the colors and the sounds and the critters of the woods.Read More