Alba Meda

Words can’t describe the magnitude and beauty of this Earth, since words are a byproduct of our mere existence on her. Dear Mother, thank you for holding space for this growing experience... thank you for showing me so much kindness and unconditional love. I can’t help but cry when I write this words down since most than a trip going to Mt. Shasta was going home. She received me with an open heart and showed me the way to mine. ••
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from beyond the clouds
to the depths of my soul —forever

Words can’t describe the magnitude and beauty of this Earth, since words are a byproduct of our mere existence on her. Dear Mother, thank you for holding space for this growing experience... thank you for showing me so much kindness and unconditional love. I can’t help but cry when I write this words down since most than a trip going to Mt. Shasta was going home. She received me with an open heart and showed me the way to mine.
••
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from beyond the clouds
to the depths of my soul
—forever