Sleep was a wayward bedfellow last night. By 4 AM I was already sipping hot tea at the kitchen table, eating gluten free toast coated with cashew butter. By 5:30 AM I was winding my way up the mountain, newborn sun kissing my morning face, wind softly caressing my curls and birds talking in aviary chatter like music on a new day.
Nature! In her embrace I always feel at home, even after the most restless of nights, I walk into her arms and I am reminded again and again to let go, to relax and to trust.