beneath my feet ~

I reckon it's somewhere you feel a sense of inner peace. somewhere you encounter angels at your bedside when you rest your head at night. somewhere that you can't help but be stricken with awe when looking out your bedroom window. a place that radiates an abundance of light as several warm, yet kind rays of sun glaze over your eyes as you recite a prayer of gratitude. somewhere where you notice a smile appear on your face when first stretching your arms over your head before rolling out of bed in the morning. home is found in that cup of coffee to start the day, a grin or laugh on a familiar face, in a written letter that arrives at your doorstep that you unwrap at noon during the day from a loved one. in the drops of sweat that stick to your spine after a good workout, allowing you to be in touch with your body and all you are. it's the whisper in the wind chimes as they sing in the breeze. home is a green plant in your kitchen that overwhelms you with an appreciation for life each time you look at it, and the roots that you carry with you each day.

it's ultimately that place that recenters you – and brings you back to yourself and gives you the opportunity to discover and bask in the beauty of who you are and were created to be. I think it's is a place to feel inspired and reclaim your power and sense of self...one day at a time

-letter to self.