September came early this year. Guiding us into our mountain realms, fueled by the crisp air of early fall, fulfilling a need for deep being in nature and licking dewdrops of birch leaves in the morning mist. Tracing the tracks of wild raindeers around the frosted lakes of Forholhogna, Østerdalen, Norway.. Softening into Anam Cara, deep friendship with beloveds, seeking refuge in trusted mirrors of bark and bone, being in ~ with ~ Nature and the melancholia of a solemn summer. Crushing the last of our wild berries on my tongue and chasing adventures. Sinking into the smell of burnt tar on olden houses. The stillness of the stars. Bringing my whole body into the new season.. The air feels colder on the tip of my nose, cheeks glowing with salty roses from the tears, sweat and joy of long wanders in grass, moss, heather and rock. Children of Wholeness, learning to walk the path, longing for our true home in the greater mystery.✨ Love to you all ~ I vow to return with the glowing embers of our New Earth. Forgetting everything I ever knew and regenerating with each setting Sun. So simple. She’s right here. Here. Here… Clear the space and let the fresh air of her intelligenious seep in through the tight crakcs of our mental grids.. Here. Here.. ah, there.. ✨