Before the memory, there was the tone...
A living remembrance of your origin frequency. Planted below perception, rooted in trust, and grown in song.
Place your hands on your belly.
Let your next inhale arrive like rain through roots.
Let it settle… then exhale into the earth.
Other threads may surface when the ground is ready.
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