I often stroll through Smoky Angel Hollow even if it is only within my thoughts….
It is best to ramble down the cinnamon baked earth near dusk. The sun above that generously gave it’s cloak of warmth in the afternoon has made way for the evening’s musky, ancient scent of the cool soil beneath. The damp leaf mist is rising slowly as it envelops your every step….this is when the magic begins.
These will always be the moments that we are forming, bringing vision to life and creating for the highest good of all….what will you create to form in Smoky Angel Hollow? I hear the call of a white owl as the moon humbly graces the evening star’s presence.
The smoky gentle caress of the wind helps to make your contemplative journey very inviting. You can stay as long as you like and when your…
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