En un campo devastado por la guerra, donde el humo y los escombros cubrían la tierra, un trébol de cuatro hojas 🍀 se alzaba orgulloso, creyéndose invencible. Se burlaba de los demás tréboles de tres hojas,

They came to me one at a time — in dreams, in meditation, in moments when the veil between worlds felt paper-thin. A masked guardian. A waddling sage. A great white bird riding the thermals. And a very

Repetition breeds observation; every walk to class is a new frame.

Hello friends! Happy #aliveandthriving Sunday evening to you, and thank you for your visit! ✨🙋🏻‍♀️✨ So friends, this evening I have just a few photos of my #aliveandthriving Sunday that I would like