TRACKS TO THE HEART
Across the ancient desert, where the sun bleeds into the land and the winds carry songs older than memory, there are tracks that call the spirit home.
She follows them barefoot, guided not by sight but by the pull of something older than thought.
The desert strips her bare, carving her down to what is true.
Each step draws her closer — to the breath of the earth, to the quiet well of the feminine within.
At the journey’s end, she does not find a destination, but a return — the heart, wide open, beating in time with the land.