november 1

miss millie . an outtake from today's series of photos taken for the book

eyes open
lean in
(to unsureness)
ride along
breathe
breathe
breathe
honor all my body needs
listen to its whispered truth
hope
let go
push in
(toward all of it)
breathe
seek, see the hand in the darkness
grateful
clasp
find, feel my way 

postcard from new hampshire

{front}

a laying on the ground looking up at the patriarchs of this forest as they reach their green, feathered limbs toward the four corners of this earth.

{back}

i stand tall (tall) and walk through the trees; gratitude whispers with each step. i feel the inhale move the space around my heart until i find the calm again. i pause and realize, with each moment, i breathe in their laughter. (i breathe it in.) with each inhalation, the space around my heart fills. then, with my mind quiet, i notice as each exhale slips through to slough off the past. i pause to watch it drip and puddle before it soaks into the ground.

(yes.)

inhale. exhale.

this is how i find my way.