It started with a small branch I spotted while walking by the lake. I placed it in my journal and waited. The story will always arrive. In words or otherwise. All we have to do is close our eyes and listen. The lake, the seagull, the sweet Spring sun. There is more than enough beauty for everyone. Today I spent time exploring call and response. I truly believe our entire existence is an invitation to answer the call. How do you respond when beauty bares your soul to bone and bleeds breath into the parts of you you’ve forgotten are also home?🌱
