| There is a place between light and dark, between clear and foggy, where you can see a parallel World. When I drive down the curvy forest road to where I grew up, in the coastal mountains of Oregon, I often feel the Mists. That in-between place, where Spirit is very present and reality bends in a way that makes our human concerns seem less relevant.
I find that place expansive, mystical, alluring. And while I don’t want to spend all of my time there, I like going there because ... READ MORE |
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