The mountains are my bones, the rivers my veins, the forests are my thoughts and the stars are my dreams. The ocean is my heart its pounding is my pulse. The songs of the earth write the music of my soul.

The mountains are my bones, the rivers my veins, the forests are my thoughts and the stars are my dreams. The ocean is my heart its pounding is my pulse. The songs of the earth write the music of my soul.

"Take me to a quiet place with Earth under our backs, cradled in a forest glade, there we will point out things we see, and acknowledge those things we do not. In solitude, we take in the wisdom offered in each other, and take in the hum of the forest".

"Take me to a quiet place with Earth under our backs, cradled in a forest glade, there we will point out things we see, and acknowledge those things we do not. In solitude, we take in the wisdom offered in each other, and take in the hum of the forest".

John Muir Art Print FREE SHIPPING THIS WEEKEND WORLDWIDE ON SOCIETY6 The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

John Muir Art Print FREE SHIPPING THIS WEEKEND WORLDWIDE ON SOCIETY6 The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

The Wild Woman has a deep love of Nature, A love for the Ancient Mother, though possibly misunderstood, it has always been in her. When she goes into the wilderness, a part of her is Soul is going home. -Shikoba-  WILD WOMAN SISTERHOOD™

The Wild Woman has a deep love of Nature, A love for the Ancient Mother, though possibly misunderstood, it has always been in her. When she goes into the wilderness, a part of her is Soul is going home. -Shikoba- WILD WOMAN SISTERHOOD™

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