SydneyJim<p>Deep in the <a href="https://body.social/tags/bush" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>bush</span></a>, where sunlight dapples through ancient canopies, <a href="https://body.social/tags/NakedBushwalking" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NakedBushwalking</span></a> becomes a dance with the <a href="https://body.social/tags/earth" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>earth</span></a>. Twigs snap underfoot, &amp; birds sing their songs, unconcerned by our presence. <a href="https://body.social/tags/Nakedness" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Nakedness</span></a> is no intrusion here; it is a homecoming. Our senses heighten, attuned to the breath of the <a href="https://body.social/tags/bush" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>bush</span></a>, the pulse of the <a href="https://body.social/tags/earth" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>earth</span></a>. Each step is deliberate, a <a href="https://body.social/tags/meditation" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>meditation</span></a> on presence, where our <a href="https://body.social/tags/bodies" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>bodies</span></a> harmonise with the world in serene communion. (7/12)</p>