The Nourished
And it seemed that everyone I walked and ran by that morning was smiling, as if to cheer the world on, and welcome in the subtle stirrings of their own inner revolution.
And it seemed that everyone I walked and ran by that morning was smiling, as if to cheer the world on, and welcome in the subtle stirrings of their own inner revolution.
Notice the space narrow as your throat muscles draw together in support of one another, giving rise to your breath as it mirrors the wind, fanning the flames of your own alchemy. Can we encourage that gentle congregation?