The spacious and open landscape beckons me from my room; blue skies and meandering roads await my presence. I say grace in my heathen way, and off I go.
Whether in seeking out waves and salty air or the wind on the plains, or something else, it’s simple to understand why I yearn my freedom in these moments.
I get drunk and drowsy with it, yet also very clear about the privilege I seek. I’m forever grateful to Mother Nature for what I am granted.
And I am sincerely humbled by the grandeur she shares with me. She’s my healer.