Yosemite
Yosemite By Raquel Morris The mountains have been calling to my spirit, to relieve my soul of the daily stressors of being mother and social worker and boss and healer. A lot of heavy hats for one woman to hold. As we drove towards the snow covered mountains. I could feel the moment being cemented in our minds held with love for all of time. It all felt so timeless like it had always been a dream, a memory, simultaneously. A magical place bow before her majesty, the Mountains. Surrounded by shimmering snow, golden rivers that flow, her emerald green forests, where towering giants grow. It holds the wisdom of the earth. As we walked the forest paths I thought of the stories of all the people who have walked on that exact ground in the past. Who has touched this sacred Earth?
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