Shit is about to get real
So stoked you got your time with those magical redwoods. And I've rested my weary behind on that bench quite a few times, just forgetting where it is :D Great post and moving poem. This line exactly:
"All that is left
Is for you to
Be seated "
How do we remind ourselves to not just end, but start there as well?
Thank you for sharing the tools, your magical moments and your beautiful poetry. Can’t wait to let my demons out onto my journal 😋😬