Primal sacred places come from such mind blowing devastation.
How can that be, when we can so easily access these places and enjoy their bounty birthed of scars and cycles of resurrection that miraculously transpired over thousands of years?
I come to you.
Viewing the layers and altitudes of carved rock cliffs, botanical gardens, and endless flowing waters.
All the trees and blooms, too many to mention, each variety swaying,
and breathing in yoga breaths of gorge winds in its own unique style.
Inhale, exhale and pause. Swirling to still. I am in her heart.
Mother, nature of mine. Hold me. Take me home.