Cute. Sell me a bouquet.
Smash, smash. Me invincible!!
Woah. Ouch!
Even concrete slabs move. So why not wrong ideas, and bad-acting people?
... that break us through.
I took each pic while paying utility bills
the old-school way (on foot!) in downtown Acapulco.
I LOVE when trees insist on being heard and noticed,
as they did this day.
Trees.
I do hug them. I do listen to them.
And I learn more from them,
than I could ever live out in this lifetime.
A world that cannot hear what they say
frightens me.
And then -- ironically -- They assure and remind
that all is rooted and well.
And what isn't,
will simply fall away.
What's scary about that?
💚
May our days be filled with so much Embodied Beauty, Surrounding Love,
Joyful Labor, Fruitful Discovery, and Practiced Virtuosity,
that we choose Them as are our new normal.
Lingual Love,
Erika 📜
