I have heard the song of a Waterfall, stunning in its beauty, a feminine voice flowing to me, embracing me, sharing what few have ever heard.
I have heard the lullaby of a Tree as we shared our songs with one another. I know the sway of the Trees, how they breathe and move, felt their strength and fluidity, ridden their energy like a bucking bronco.
I have heard the song of a Bird that was so magical the imprint was tatooed into my very cells.
I have toned within ancient barrows, drummed in stone circles, ridden the vibration of a chorus of angels and been spun within the tones of a Tibetan bowl.
This is the world that feeds and nourishes me and I am paying tribute on this Equinox, the day of awakening.