My heart is filled with warm red sand when

i think about our beautiful journey to these

amazingly powerfull sanctums of Wadi Rum.

Stillness of the desert took over me. Power

of standing rock. Surrendering for erosion

of life. Old needs to collapse so the new

can emerge. Like Fenix-bird. Erypting with

the magma and steam from the core of the

Earth. Core of our soul. When the time

passes, what happens to our joy of presence that we experienced? By letting ourselfs fall

into the purity of exploring we set ourselves free of judgements that our minds create. For this magical moment we allow ourselves to feel and just be. We experience complete oneness with all that is. We feel autenticity. We feel grounded, but at the same time we experience that there is no limit for our power. Cause we are all.. We have power of mountains and easiness of the wind. The joy that we experienced is transformed into a golden string that we use for weaving the web of our exitence. And our voices keep on echoing on the walls of Wadi Rum.

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