First there was kindness


Do you feel deep time within you? I feel it as though it's an ache of nostalgia for an unknown home. A physical tug from an anonymous organ, an ancient heart. My own presence and yours is a mere speck, yes, but also a piece of an enormous, ongoing story that none of us quite understands. When a majestic reminder of this ongoing story cracks open the ground beneath you and water gathers there in glinting pools of green, just take a breath. Feel your movement, let your own liquid self run through the canyon, return to its beginning. 


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