is what John Lennon sang, and surely he’s not the only one.
What do you dream of? How do you make music? What art finds a voice in your body? What do you muse over? What invites you to wander, and what invites you to be still? How do you let go of what the world wants you be? How to you claim who you are instead?
How do you move with the mountains? What makes you return to the forest, or the lake, or the plains, or the sea, time and time again? How do you listen to the moon and what does it say to you? What shakes your reality in a way that invites peace?
What else is possible?
To be a music maker, a mountain meanderer, a dreamer of dreams.
What else is possible?
To wander. Sit still. Wonder. Savor what is.
What else is possible?
To move. Plant. Burrow deep. To allow the world be your home for a time.
Lead with your heart. Eyes open. Witness the beauty that is yet to be seen.
What else is possible?
Heidi Barr | Author 
Yes, the world is our home. So glad to have so many wonderful places and lovely nature to spend our daily life with.
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