Shakti Awakens

Nap time

Nature is putting on quite a show

In my mind I looked like a graceful and otherworldly creature.

Like a thicc Galadriel.

In reality, I looked like a swamp witch from being the grave.

Good look, but not what I was going for.😂

In my mind I looked like a graceful and otherworldly creature.

Like a thicc Galadriel.

In reality, I looked like a swamp witch from being the grave.

Good look, but not what I was going for.😂

🏔 She’s so lovely 🏔

So thankful for all the beauty of Mother Gaia and the slow creeping spring of the north country.

I began to hear their call last night.

My mountains of granite and moss.

Like the lingering sigh of a Grandmother embracing her grandchild, they coo to me.

I dreamt of walking barefoot on leaf litter, wild grasses and stone, greeting the older trees, my friends I have missed so greatly, with a touch and a whisper.

The voices of my mountains echo through the air, calling their daughter home.

Telling me to feel all I feel about leaving the west, but to know that they are waiting for my return.

When I awoke, my wild hair still smelled of damp forest and my feet could still feel the wet and cold ground.

I will miss the west, but I am ready to return to the East.

🏔”The Mountains—grow unnoticed—
Their Purple figures rise
Without attempt—Exhaustion—
Assistance—or Applause—

In Their Eternal Faces
The Sun—with just delight
Looks long—and last—and golden—
For fellowship—at night—“

-Emily Dickinson

I began to hear their call last night.

My mountains of granite and moss.

Like the lingering sigh of a Grandmother embracing her grandchild, they coo to me.

I dreamt of walking barefoot on leaf litter, wild grasses and stone, greeting the older trees, my friends I have missed so greatly, with a touch and a whisper.

The voices of my mountains echo through the air, calling their daughter home.

Telling me to feel all I feel about leaving the west, but to know that they are waiting for my return.

When I awoke, my wild hair still smelled of damp forest and my feet could still feel the wet and cold ground.

I will miss the west, but I am ready to return to the East.

🏔”The Mountains—grow unnoticed—
Their Purple figures rise
Without attempt—Exhaustion—
Assistance—or Applause—

In Their Eternal Faces
The Sun—with just delight
Looks long—and last—and golden—
For fellowship—at night—“

-Emily Dickinson

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