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Listening to that which can’t be heard.

A feeling that beats with blood and burning below the current of breath.

Hush the chorus of expectations.

Silence the melodic persistence of desire, of self, of image.

Be nothing and everything comes.

Shedding skins of past lives.

Opening hearts to the thread that weaves itself into the fabric of life.

Follow it.

Be found in that pursuit.

Give yourself to the unfolding, to the mystery, to the hollows.

Flow like water.

And as gravity pulls it onwards, so do I.

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About Me.

Lover of mountains, rocks, deserts, trees, ice waterfalls, glaciers, steep snow chutes, facing my fears, long days on foot, and feeling small.

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