Walk the path. And when you can’t anymore; Walk another step, and another. Growth is uncomfortable and precious. And time - a single grain of sand. Of all the light there is, the one we don’t see is the brightest of all.   Photo by: thewanderingambivert  ...

The path beckons to the distant horizon, I put one foot in front of the other; slow and deliberate, mindful and aware. As if all journeys are pilgrimages. To go to the next mountain, or the next country. Or to go within. Alive in the knowledge that each step takes me...

White stars rise and fall in an instance, as foamy pillowy waves crash and recede. I hear the beating of the ocean’s heart - steady and constant, loud and silent. Each moment slides into the next, pouring light and wonder into my throbbing heart. Like a lover’s kiss...