The moment I exited the jetway and turned around to see the Bridger mountains rising above the valley, I felt it again. As always. I was home.
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How creating works by hand opens the mind, establishes a sense of self and brings peace.
The moment I exited the jetway and turned around to see the Bridger mountains rising above the valley, I felt it again. As always. I was home.
Continue reading “Westward Ho(me)”