Earth.

The fact that I’m still here, walking, breathing and living is beautiful. As a survivor of four attempts to end my life, i’m closer to finding what my purpose is. From the individual groves off blades of grass to the gentle breeze that sweeps in to refresh my lungs with new air and the cotton candy fluffed clouds that often alternate to shower us with the gift of being swept away and remade. The earth is a wonderful place but it being able to hold me, makes it even more beautiful.