A letter from the hermitage

A letter from the hermitage.

Still shining through the pines, the moon casts a shadow as I brew the first bowl of tea.

The wind roars high through the great cedar behind me, whilst the palms bow to greet the dawn.

Arriving to my new temporary abode a few days ago, there was immediate relaxation into a place of deep rest. This is a place of healing.

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