Home and Belonging

There is no place. No Holy Ground or Grail. Nothing to search for and everything to find. Look within whispers the wind. So I breathe in the flurries of fully fledged wonder. It rests in silence, slow talks the trees. I glance at the mountain because it is the rock that I seek. You are here smiles the Gods and Goddesses so timeless.

Sense of Place

Photos: Jeni McMillan

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