In communion with nature.

Sometimes the forest teaches what words cannot — how to listen, soften, and return to ourselves.

In communion with nature

There is peace and harmony.

The whisper of leaves beneath my feet,

the hush of trees that listen without judgment,

the golden light that forgives everything it touches.

Here, I remember what it means

to simply be —

to breathe with the forest,

to move with the wind,

to rest in the quiet knowing

that I am part of it all.

xo, Lindsay