I've invited them into my world, the way I breathe, see, and move through life. They've been watching closely, perhaps more than I even realized. I've tried to be intentional, wanting to simply share my heart, but not project my own affections on to them. As I retreat behind my lens I can't help but wonder, how much of this current magic is nature, how much is nurture? Movement was so uniquely woven into the marrow of my bones. I did not choose it, instead it called out to me, and I said yes. Sometimes when it's unusually quiet, and the light is just right, I swear I can hear that same luring whisper I once heard, inviting them in, offering them a catalyst for self discovery, and implanting a guiding rhythm to always bring them back home.