I love the thought that the land asks us to let it hug us into its memories of us. This holds space for the blessing of the roads not taken upon the roads taken, in walks peace….
And what an endearing picture, the dad whose daughter used to sit at his feet now sitting at her feet. Thank you both!
I love the thought that the land asks us to let it hug us into its memories of us. This holds space for the blessing of the roads not taken upon the roads taken, in walks peace….
And what an endearing picture, the dad whose daughter used to sit at his feet now sitting at her feet. Thank you both!
Yes, she is wise beyond her years, and makes me doubt that phrase too. :)