A space to share my beingness

I come to these places to be away from them, others, humans. To hear only the sounds of my own footsteps on the crackling bark and leaves that lay underneath my feet. Instead I hear people breaking the quiet as they thump along worn in paths talking instead of listening, listening to the quiet. I ache to be away, away from it all. The sounds of cars are deafening to me, yet I am one that is part of the deafening noise. I can’t be angry at our species for the destruction we have caused without first being angry with myself for being a part of it. Feeling ashamed does not create change, nor does staying silent in my own corner of the world. So, I am back, with my truth to speak.

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