Research Notes

1. The First and Last Breath, The Poetry of Nature.

Whenever I find myself among trees, or soaking my face in the morning sunlight, or immersed in a body of water, I allow myself to be fully present with the sounds that surround me. Something inside of me softens. It’s as though my senses unfurl and a deeper inner truth begins to surface. It’s a kind of knowing within my body. An understanding that can b…