Your body resting on woven vetiver mats, your body safe and at home, while your eyes are searching outward, into the vastness. See the sun casting its last lingering rays over the fir tops belonging to the forests below the mountain you are on. A kettle is boiling for tea, its sweet spice reaching your nose, mixing with the drifts of incense infusing the space. Nearby, wild horses graze on tall grasses. Every horse is deeply connected to every member of its herd. Someone is singing a child to sleep. We are safe, we are grounded. Everything you need is right here.
