the ridge was on fire with purple today. • next time you are willing to make time: get up before the sunrise. talk to no one. take yourself with your own two feet deep into a slice of wilderness and into your own mind and heart. find what is swirling around in there. look around you in that soft warm golden dawn light and let the bush tell you what she is always telling you – everything is as it should be. winter is cold but spring is on its way.
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