Milk River

The next time you hear from me I'll have many great and magnificent things to show you all. Lessons from our Master Creator, heights unknown, and spectacular views and accomplishments. But not today, today I want to take a break from the sights and spectacular views and splendid places to tell you about a little town. A town where ripped jeans are ok, dirty boots are everyday, masks come off, and people just are. There's no fanfare and no tourists, just life's simple pleasures. And in this place, this little town, souls are refreshed and broken pieces are put back together. Where the people are sweeter than the maple syrup and southern hospitality could actually learn something new. Here the sunsets are simple, the coffee black, and stars truly and simply beautiful. And in this place, we broke away from everything that we wanted to be and do, and simply were. We were our truest selves, pausing in the midst of life to listen to the quiet Voice, talk about real life, and...just...breathe...