We're all haunted by the ancient myth that something is wrong. Something is wrong with the world. Something is wrong with "me." It just doesn't feel right...
But there's an even older story, about a place where we lived before anything went wrong, a place where it all felt right. In the myths, it's the Sacred Garden. We dwelt there before the Fall...
That place is inside you right now. That place is who you are.
At the ends of their outstretched wands, without any magic but nature's grace, white magnolias burst into blossom. The sun-drenched air is not too chilly, not too warm. Abandon your shoes. Slip off every garment and remember what it was like to be You.
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