“Not all those who wander are lost.” ~J.R.R. Tolkien
Running alongside mini floating ice glaciers and a partially frozen river, while white grey clouds flowed through the sky and earthen winter hibernation spread low around thawing grass and glimpses […]
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?