Little River, CA
I find peace and grounding in cemeteries. I’ve stopped in just about every one I’ve passed to sit for a moment and breathe. Bringing death front of mind acts as a reminder – to heal old wounds, to let go of the past and re-examine my ideas about what’s to come. We are the stories we tell ourselves, and, accordingly, we have the power to rewrite our stories as we like. The beauty is figuring out how.
Jan 08, 2011