The long and winding road was just the beginning. A chance to breathe in and out. To embrace my inner self and reset the internal clock, being nudged to do so. To find that quiet voice. For the first time, in too long, a pen in hand. The sun is warming. A hummingbird greets me every morning drinking from sweet rosemary blossoms. A honeybee buzzing nearby. The joyful sound of water. How blessed to be surrounded by so much beauty. Mountains distant. Manzanitas growing robustly. The many gifts of Buddha. The voice of the wind and a tiny lizard suns itself on a garden temple.
Let me share the journey.
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