In the pleasure of my own presence

I am in the pleasure of my own presence. Every sense is on fire and I am grateful to be here feeling my breath and my body. Inhaling the scents, tasting the air. Feeling my skin. Listening to the song of the earth. Witnessing the layers, textures, color palette of this place. Feeling the sensation of my body being held by mother earth. Being healed by this place. Honoring the original stewards of this land. Honoring and respecting the land itself.

I am intertwined with the wild, the green, trees, plants, stones, animals, insects and spirits. All woven together with our collective magic and energy - all in sacred reciprocity. One thriving and vibrant organism with an energetic hum and life pulse that reverberates across time and space. I can feel it getting stronger, I can hear it getting louder. My magic is being fed like a fire being kindled.The more I sit in the pleasure of my own presence, the deeper my roots grow. I can hear the whispers of the universe, I stand resolute with my own intuition and my light is burning bright. With fierce intention I cast my net of illumination far and wide. I am here for it all. Beauty, deep connection, setbacks, heartbreaks, soul expanding joy...all of it. I am Devoted.