A pilgrimage opens like the cracking of a soft rose bud, new flowers are revealed.. A return to feel the warm breath of the Dakinis against my skin.. A home ~ an oasis ~ a sanctuary for prayers of the beyond. The grounds of Boudhanath, a guardian of presence, a place where mind surrenders to heart. The smell of the burning incense whirling up on each corner of the Stupa, the soft and sunbleached hues of the temples.. A rustling of prayer flags. An aliveness reflected and mirrored in fragments of my Soul. A cellular memory of a thousand roaring Snow Lions, a lineage reignited in the warm landscapes of my womb. Golden sunsets and flickering prayer candles against wild nights and howling of street dogs. Lemon, honey, ginger~dripping dreams. Carrying water from the glaciers of Jotunheimen to share with the Bagmati River ecology, for her to remember her purest form. A backpack filled with gratitude for prayers answered, layers shedded and wisdom received. A reignited vow. When the colours of Meditator ~ Artist ~ Warrior ~ dissolves into one brushstroke, one living dance. A footstep, then another. Bring on the present.