Emily

Through the eye of the owl illuminated in the bark of a standing tree and the moss graced beneath autumn’s fallen leaves, we remember.

Sit in the forest and let the sunlight dance over all that be. It radiates through layers of the forgotten things.
It awakens like fire burning in the cold winter night, the languages of our star elders.

Let the rain fall from your eyes to make space for the ancient songs. You are what the world has been waiting for. You are truth, awakening from your fiery soul, that burns like the glorious sun.

Be well, my friends. The truth you seek rests in your heart. 🙏

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