The bumps on my arms raise at words of wonder

No matter how silent, how still, I can hear the calling of Wonder. Come to me, come to me, it sings and hums. My family asks why I left home so early to which my response is, can’t you hear it too? The calling, it’s so loud. In the stillness of Nature, through the forestsContinue reading “The bumps on my arms raise at words of wonder”

I’m trying my best

Things are getting busier this time around and I’m trying my best. I can’t really say or do anything else other than that. I have to remind myself to do my duties because it is the work that needs to be done. It is what’s being asked of me. I imagine the human born withContinue reading “I’m trying my best”