“What if the fortress walls tumbled down? yes, the real ones and the ones imagined, and what if — instead — they formed foot-paths through the truth of our own, inner primeval forest with barred owl calls calling to us as we place one foot in front of the other taking one step and contemplating the next until we find rhythm with our own breath? the paces that grace us would lead us — just footsteps these well-worn stones — would lead us home. and… what if cathedrals of our hopes and fears built up and fortified over hundreds of years — these too would come down and make pavers instead of saviors to mark the way through our own forest — one day?” ~Unknown

Artwork- Dan May

Art by Dan May

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