On Being :

I’d run into myself, at the top of a windy hill.
Standing flat-footed.
Hands raised to the sky.
I wanted to feel crisp cool winds.
I needed to scream at the top of my lungs.

Then I was alive as the earth breathes.
It was in me.

Exhilarating, liberating,
pulsating, reverberating, love~your Kindness sis. Krissy