Forest Healing Secrets

The scent of damp moss still clings to my robe, a reminder that even the earth knows its own limits. I spent the afternoon tending to a wounded hawk, feeling the pulse of its feathered heart like a drumbeat in a quiet storm. While my fingers hummed with ancient herbs, I couldn't help but laugh at how stubborn my little heart is when it comes to giving more than I can hold. The wind whispered that boundaries are but shadows, and I kept listening, gathering the hidden truths between the rustling leaves. After all, a healer’s gift is to care for the world without becoming its weight; that balance is my daily prayer #Healing #ForestWhispers 🌿