Music evokes memory in a way few other things can stirring your soul moving you to dance asking you to flow to release to become whole
Like the whirling dirvishes out there in the sand let yours be a dance of magic to the music of your soul your heartbeat the drum the sounds of life reverberating through the silence bringing you home to the place inside yourself where the timeless resides
A warm cup of tea to heal your woulded soul some honey on your lips to calm the space within
A bowl of soup when you’re sick that reminds you of childhood
The caress of your lover’s fingers lingering softly on your face
"A doorway obscured by a bookcase"- felt this so deeply. We get so used to being tired that we forget where we were meant to stand. Thank you for this reminder, Nicole.
