Which direction do I go? What I have or what I lack? A choice every moment My body aches—I’m getting old or I’m grateful for my aging wisdom

Every time I ignore the knock knock, my reservoir empties more. But I found a way to ground by doing forest bathing.

I breathe in patience and breathe out compassion. I stand as one with my spirit and human body, guided by my soul. I am whole.

As I breathe with an open heart, my ability to stay in this settled presence allows me to listen within and grow roots.

A puddle is one experience and a sinkhole is another. As I age, I recognize the difference. No matter whether it’s a puddle or a sinkhole...