Scoop up the summer in your hands to warm your bones. 💙
Gently round the earth in your hands and feel the mist in the air, on your skin, surrounding you, as you breathe.
Sink into the morning heavy with dew and sounds full of birdsong.
Let the day wash over you. Drown you in its strength.
The wild herbs, sturdy trees and masks of stones. 😇
Grab you, hone you in. Lie down on the edge of each trail and ask for the forgotten song to drift into your cells. 👽
This living and dying in sound and stones is yours. Yours. Yours. Yours.