Beyond mountains

She leaned over her wooden stool and gently rested her hand on my wrist, offering words that would reawaken my curiosity for ordinary things. “It all feels like a dream,” she whispered, tightening her grip as if to elongate the pauses in between reflections. “We don't realize how fleeting each moment is. go out and live your truth.”

Life is a tapestry made of singular choices, each one adding to the reality of our existence. We meet the people who hold the lessons that will guide us home to ourselves. We fall through the cracks of our own beliefs only to remember that presence is the path to freedom. And in between our first and last breath is the story we choose to author. I looked up at her aged face and smiled, recognizing a simple truth: the best use of the mind is to bring it into the heart.