As I walk among the trees adorned in golden morning shadows, much of the ground is still hidden from sight. The sky has caught the first threads of sun and is transforming the darkness into an array of pinks and reds that I do not know how to name. The air is crisp and jacket-worthy, but not so cold as to prevent lingering. I feel drawn to stay in this world, removed from harsh and troubling headlines of the morning news.
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AUTHORLeah Rampy is a spiritual teacher and author seeking to reweave the connections of soul and Earth. CATEGORIESARCHIVES
August 2024
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