As I write this, I’m sitting at a little table in a northern California town tucked amidst rivers and forests. A familiar sound of stillness is in the air, like the moment between the in and out breath. A natural creek runs softly through a moss-laden rocky bank, the water glistens as it ripples over rocks even though the sky is overcast.
Sunday Love Note #12: Nurture Spaciousness
Sunday Love Note #12: Nurture Spaciousness
Sunday Love Note #12: Nurture Spaciousness
As I write this, I’m sitting at a little table in a northern California town tucked amidst rivers and forests. A familiar sound of stillness is in the air, like the moment between the in and out breath. A natural creek runs softly through a moss-laden rocky bank, the water glistens as it ripples over rocks even though the sky is overcast.