Slowing down to presence
What happens when I am always searching for the next thing? On finding presence in slowness.
It is all so simple
On slowness, miracles, returning to a magic place I love, my first residency, and presence.
Like dripping honey at golden hour.
Sweet nothings, sweet reflections, magic in the mundane.
What happens when I am always searching for the next thing? On finding presence in slowness.