The Mountains are my bones, the rivers my veins. The Forests are my thoughts and the stars are my dreams. The Ocean is my heart, it's ponding my pulse. The songs of the earth write the music of my soul. (AWESOME whomever wrote this and sent it THANKS!
Yeah but what if other side giveup long time ago?and you already know things are never gonna be same as they use to be.my brain know the answer but my heart still holding on.and it feels like living in purgatory
To the Wild Woman being spiritual means: whispering to trees, laughing with flowers, falling in love with sunsets, consulting the waters and worshipping the stars at night. One hand to her heart and one hand touching Mother Earth.