I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I burn palo santo and diffuse frankincense oil. My salt lamp glows. It's still dark outside. I sit in silence at my desk. The stillness is a deep pool. Calming and refreshing. The traffic on I-65 in the distance roars like ocean waves. In this moment, I am here. I… Continue reading All That Matters
Julie Goolsby Starr 