Sitting in my chair on the balcony,I look at the wall of trees that line my apartment.Stop.Give yourself a break.Feel the sun. Daydream.Give yourself a chance to feel vulnerable.Feel happy or feel sad. Life has changed.Grieving our old world.Where am I?
I see a leaf being pushed by the wind.I see the wind being pushed back by the leaf.They are in perfect balance.I want to feel this kind of …
I see a leaf being pushed by the wind.I see the wind being pushed back by the leaf.They are in perfect balance.I want to feel this kind of balance.I see hope and resilience in my surroundings.I wonder what they see.What you encounter, also encounters you.Stillness is permissible here.
Finding balance.It feels like trying to find a rhythm …
