Harmonying...continual awareness of where we are with ourselves, a presence that is part of our every movement and thought. The root is harmonying with the pollen. The leaf is harmonying with the water moving under the bark. We can remember our moments of discord, we can recall our deepest harmonying, rising to the surface of our expressions. Between Mountain And Mist is the choice, vibrantly honest harmonying, Hello
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