🌿 This isn’t a path I’m offering you.

It’s my own — unfolding, day by day…

like a branch bending toward light:

not forced, not rushed —

just true to its own rhythm.

Yesterday, I was K.O.

Not from collapse — but from depth.

From carrying too much — until my body whispered:

“Return to what you knew before words.”

And so I did.

My first teacher was nature.

My first joy — climbing trees, tasting wild berries.

My first rhythm — the seasons, not the clock:

→ When fruit ripens, I eat.

→ When light fades, I rest.

→ When silence calls, I listen.

Now, my counter holds tomatoes still warm from the sun,

cucumbers crisp with earth,

nuts gathered like seeds — not taken, but received.

This isn’t a diet.

It’s loyalty — to the child who loved dandelions,

to the man who chooses congruence over convenience,

to the quiet knowing:

What nourishes the body, frees the spirit.

You don’t need to follow.

But if you feel this pull too —

let this be your mirror.

Not a guide.

Just a reflection.

#livingmen

#supernatural

#zapsats if you’ve ever chosen your heart — even when it meant slowing down 🍅🥒🌞