Sun warms my skin like Christ warms my soul. While a bee hovers over top keeping a friendly watch.
I feel, at times, I become lost in this stunning sea of creation. Falling forward, to quickly overwhelmed by the smell of leaves dead and alive. The distinctive sweet smokey smell of pine needles.
I sit back upon Ponderosa Pine. It holds me, it hugs me. Like a good friend does. There are moments of light and there are moments of darkness. But these places feel safe. These places feel home.
This is where it feels best. Out here in the vast vegetation of natural inspiration. Feeding and building upon this playground of thoughts, prayers and stillness.
The breeze...The breeze helps creation wave in the midst of joyful arms that are lifted up in constant praise. These arms of trees...Branches.
Forever grateful for being created for a purpose.
It's amazing what, "practicing the pause", can really unlock, breaking away bits and pieces of these man made stone walls.
this is pretty. :)
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