Flying swiftly once again to the place that is “so far away” yet feels so much like home.
The mountains act as medicine; feeding and sustaining my tired bones.
The sage clears the air; clears my mind; dispels the clutter.
The air fills my lungs once again like a newborn child taking a breath for the first time. I am reborn again and again and again.
The beautiful souls that await me there remind me of the power and expansiveness of this tribe; that I have family wherever I go.
The silence fills my mind with the space that it needs to listen to the language and voice of my soul; the ever-present knowing.
Flying swiftly once again to the place that is not so far away; to the place that is home…
It lies within.
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends Tears to Triumph: The Spiritual Journey from Suffering to Enlightenment.
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