heart gushing

Four days frolicking in the woods wildly exceeded my hopes and dreams. It began in a fairyland bermuda triangle and spiraled through shape shifts, voice vibrations and tears of a most exquisite paradox. It was as if everything I knew was immediately true, to let go meant to have it all, and each judgement was mirrored back on myself with relentless persistence. Doubt roaches were squashed by an upward gaze, an experiential crescendo of infinite paths. Even as I bind these wonders with words, I am compelled by a change of pace. xo