Next time you are near trees, touch your palm to their bodies and think of all of history’s petrified wood, how each ring circling inside it tells a story.
Feel free to disagree, but please have a foundation of disagreement based on something other than personal offense or “but that’s what my teachers told me."
This time for me is full of contrasts, intense waves of highs and lows unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I feel it all because we are all connected.
The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.