After the diagnosis, she felt locked in a cell, bound by sickness, shackled by fear.
Seeking freedom down dirt trails, wilderness was her getaway. Walking forward brought release, and she indulged, step by step, through a festival of waving wildflowers lining the banks of percolating brooks and congregating in open meadow fields. Inhaling the power of sweet nectars offered protection, healing, renewal.
Making camp, she unloaded the burden of her backpack, suddenly feeling ten feet tall. Stepping toward a racing creek, she had the sensation of floating.. She leaned into this experience, sitting, folding her legs, still levitating, freedom hers.
Seeking freedom down dirt trails, wilderness was her getaway. Walking forward brought release, and she indulged, step by step, through a festival of waving wildflowers lining the banks of percolating brooks and congregating in open meadow fields. Inhaling the power of sweet nectars offered protection, healing, renewal.
Making camp, she unloaded the burden of her backpack, suddenly feeling ten feet tall. Stepping toward a racing creek, she had the sensation of floating.. She leaned into this experience, sitting, folding her legs, still levitating, freedom hers.
