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Itβs the whisper of the moment, as you contemplate what is surrounding you.
Nature has always been my best teacher.
The mountains, the lakes, the trees, the wind, the rain, the sky, they donβt try; they simply are, and yet they change.
The snow falls without intention, without effort, without resistance, and still everything transforms.
In that quiet transformation, the world moves gently, and so do we.
Every moment, every inhale, every exhale, is a reminder that being and becoming are just a natural dance unfolding quietly and beautifully.
We might have come here to remember it, to remember who we are.
