A Reflective Flow in Honour of Winter Solstice

The silence and stillness of early morning enchanting in all its glory in the winter air. The crisp snow, beneath my feet, crunching as I stride forward, letting the piercing wind kiss my skin. Allowing my mind to drift, the calmness of the rising sun, melting beautiful space within my mind, a clear head, a…

Honesty.

12/21/17   Shift of season. Changes and growth, In perspectives, way of thought and way of life. Winter Solstice. Authentic, raw beauty. The real soul weeding its way through the implemented stories and strategies for survival. A code decoded. I’ve always been better with words down on paper. The mess of my mind allotting space…