It causes you to stay stagnant in that one spot—your safe little patch of light, refusing to move in any direction. The only path familiar to you is the one your just came from, but do you really want to turn around?

It’s an ocean that has no bottom or shore. It’s a state of flowing in no particular direction, time, or destination. Everything that exists there always has been, and always will be. The place is eternal.

I found medicine in nature. The ancient forest was a powerful display of the natural cycles of life, death, and new life. There was an abundance of fallen trees, decaying branches, layers of moss, and new growths that sprouted from every surface.

One moment breathing into the next,
Morphing into another