Coming home…

Integrating… embodying…

Keeping a slow pace…

Letting go of boundaries…

Building my own cocoon so the darkness and the winter season can continue…

Focus on touch, the sensations on my skin…

A solar eclipse in my living room…

Moments of silence at dinner Christmas eve…

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