Keys for ancient grief
A walk along paths interwoven between inner landscapes of grief and the outer natural landscapes of transformation, in the village...
An eternal searcher for inner peace and contentment. My tools are frequenting nature, listening and surrendering to it to the point of union. It is my refuge, my mother and my teacher. Another tool is writing, especially short stories, which best serve my inclination for brevity and consolidation.
A walk along paths interwoven between inner landscapes of grief and the outer natural landscapes of transformation, in the village...