healingwords: poetry for the soul

  I am blessed by nature, living near to both mountains and sea, able to lose myself walking in trees. The wind on my mind, whistling seemingly impossible dreams. 

  Lost again in the dream world, where all is possible, peace and healing flow as golden as the setting sun on the sea.  We only need to wake and remember. 

The healing power of nature as our troubles are washed out to sea, love and forgiveness bringing peace.