There is a sacred kind of wisdom that can only be found in the quiet places- where the rustle of leaves speaks louder than words and the wind carries away what no longer serves the soul. In nature’s embrace, far from the noise of the world, we remember who we are. It is here, in the gentle hush of trees and under the patient watch of the sky, that reflection deepens, wounds begin to heal, and transformation unfolds- not through force, but through the slow, generous rhythm of the earth. In that stillness, we are gently altered- quietly reshaped and completely transformed.

~g.o.p.

when it feels like the moment to retreat into wide open spaces…

inquiry for today~ from the deeper stillness you know….

bridge the gap to true seeing…

How do we see the world as sacred again?

By radical noticing. Looking for awe in all of life.

~Lucy Jones