Think of it.
Allow the trees to educate you in the language they speak.
Listen to silence.
Allow the ideas to drift like the white wisdom of dandelions on a breeze.
A blank slate.
An empty canvas
Allow your ideas to bleed onto every surface with cleansing clarity.
Hear your truth
Recognize your voice
Allow yourself to trust your own instinct that begs for recognition
You are important.
You are worthy.
Allow yourself to remember your destiny in snapshots of faith.
Mare Trout Martell