Tagged as: liz combdon

tell your story. set yourself free. “I knew that my soul knew how to keep going, even in the darkest of dark.”

Running fingers through long grass as it waves gently in the wind, feeling the breeze rustle in long hair, the scent of dew as it covers the earth, and cool, clean air floating on the breeze. Barefoot and running in the grass connecting with the energy of the earth, walking in the quiet company of…

Nov 18, 2014 · Read More · Comment