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Evening Flow
The road stretches long and open. Feet meet the ground. Weight settles. Cool air brushes the skin. The day releases its hold. Breath moves in. Breath moves out. The sky softens from blue to ember. Light pools, then thins. The body stands. The body listens. Mountains rest along the horizon, steady and unmoved. The land holds. A pause. Another breath. The road remains. The sky continues. The moment passes through. Life by design. Movement by soul — together.™

Soul Trip ~ Debi
2 days ago1 min read


Line of Sight
Early morning, before the neighborhood stirred. My attention moved slowly, following the light. From the tree holding its shape against the sky, to the grass covered just enough to soften its color, to the concrete, catching small points of brightness near my feet. Nothing stood apart. The snow connected everything — not by covering it, but by responding to it. Light rested differently on each surface, revealing how the space was already arranged. I stayed low for a moment, l

Soul Trip ~ Debi
Jan 191 min read


Balanced Load
Where structure meets sensation. Evergreen and citrus sit quietly together. Scent and texture register before thought. The body notices first — the steadiness, the warmth, the pause. Just a subtle settling. Winter carries its own intelligence. A slower rhythm. A deeper listening. Some days move gently. Some days hold more weight. Both belong.

Soul Trip ~ Debi
Dec 13, 20251 min read


Across the Waterline
Some landscapes meet you exactly where you are and somehow still guide you forward. I followed the creek until the rocks opened into a shallow stretch of water, just enough to catch the sky. The trees along the bank appeared in two places at once—lifting into the air and drifting across the surface below. Same place, two expressions, shifting with the moment. As I walked, the scene adjusted in quiet steps. Light evolving, branches redrawing their outlines, the reflection slid

Soul Trip ~ Debi
Nov 26, 20251 min read


Into the Mist
Mist, mountains, warm water, and the quiet company of trees. A moment that asked nothing and offered so much ease. A while back, I was sitting in a hot tub on a quiet mountain deck, watching the ridge soften under a blanket of morning mist. Foam drifted over the edges in slow, round shapes. Steam lifted into the cool air like it had nowhere in particular to be. And the tall pines stood nearby like old friends — steady, kind, and completely here with me. The moment felt simple

Soul Trip ~ Debi
Nov 20, 20252 min read


Light in Motion
A night sky full of color, and the clarity that emerges when we slow enough to notice. Some nights, the world offers a reminder that we’re part of something wide and electric — bigger than our timelines, our plans, or the quiet lists inside our heads. The sky over Northern Colorado opened like this: violet rising into green, a soft pulse of color stretching across the plains. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just a gentle insistence that light can move in ways we don’t expect. I stood

Soul Trip ~ Debi
Nov 17, 20251 min read


Architecture of Energy
A reflection on energy, movement, and the quiet architecture of change — discovering how life designs itself through flow, rhythm, and breath. May 2024 — the night the sky built itself in motion. Color moved like breath — folding, expanding — a living architecture of energy and rhythm. The air shimmered with possibility. Light moved as if the world was exhaling into itself, as if creation was showing me what it feels like to flow with change. I didn’t try to define it. I let

Soul Trip ~ Debi
Nov 8, 20251 min read


Blueprints in Motion
Steel, sky, and fire — where direction meets design and movement becomes its own kind of knowing. Steel, sky, and fire — lines drawn, then softened. The map is already here, it just needed light to find its edges. Every rail hums with intention, but none of it is certain. It ’s a rhythm, not a rule. Sometimes design moves before we do — tracing what the heart already knew but hadn’t yet said aloud.

Soul Trip ~ Debi
Nov 4, 20251 min read


The Shape of Flow
Water moves over stone, shifting and yielding. It folds around what is solid, tracing a path with ease. Awareness flows with each breath, tracing the landscape of the present — responsive, attuned, alive. Balance unfolds as a conversation between what holds and what lets go, between listening and leading. Movement becomes awareness. Shape emerges in adaptation, presence tracing each change, alignment weaving through body and mind. Leadership, like water, is design in motion —

Soul Trip ~ Debi
Oct 31, 20251 min read


The Current of Understanding
Awareness, rhythm, and the body’s way of leading. The river moves without hurry. It never stays still. It listens its way forward — shape meeting shape, sound meeting stillness. Change flows the same way, felt before it’s named. A movement through the body, a rhythm that finds itself before words. Steadiness lives in relationship — with the moment, the motion, and everything in between.

Soul Trip ~ Debi
Oct 26, 20251 min read


Cabin Current
A quiet intelligence — energy shaped like stillness, breath shaped by the mountain air. Night settles against the pines. A glass waits on the railing, fig and rosemary steeped in light. The air tastes like calm and altitude. The mind unwinds; the body listens. There’s movement here —not in motion, but in being. A quiet kind of intelligence —how the heart senses before the head names, how breath steadies what words can’t. Energy shaped like stillness, awareness shaped by the m

Soul Trip ~ Debi
Oct 22, 20251 min read


The Season Between
The shift begins quietly — light softens, air sharpens, color deepens. Change has a rhythm you don’t design; you move with it. The trees know when to let go, not from control, but from trust — their roots still hold. Awareness lives in that space — between what’s falling and what remains, between release and return. Like breath, like movement, it’s not an ending. It’s alignment in motion.

Soul Trip ~ Debi
Oct 21, 20251 min read


The Architecture of Becoming
Light sketches its design across the morning — soft, certain, deliberate. Each petal opens, a blueprint responding to what’s unfolding. The architecture is alive here — stems bending toward warmth, color adjusting with light, form learning its next shape in real time. Change isn’t disruption; it’s conversation — presence moving through awareness, movement finding its own rhythm. Even the smallest bloom adapts — rooted, receptive, a living design in motion.

Soul Trip ~ Debi
Oct 19, 20251 min read


Bridging the Distance
Measured lines, open air — alignment in motion. Crossings emerge in motion. Lines in motion, balance unfolding. Even so, the air moves freely through the frame. Design holds space, without confining it. The work isn’t in the frame, it’s in moving through it. A blueprint for what it means to keep going, awareness in each step, sky in every direction.

Soul Trip ~ Debi
Oct 17, 20251 min read


Unwritten Lines
There’s a path here, though it doesn’t ask to be seen. Branches lean, light bends, and what’s ahead softens into possibility. It unfolded in noticing. The design wasn’t mine, yet the rhythm was familiar: how nature makes space for movement, even in what looks still. Somewhere between shadow and sun, a quiet geometry works — a pattern felt before it appears. Truest blueprints appear in moments like this — when searching stops, and attention moves with what unfolds.

Soul Trip ~ Debi
Oct 14, 20251 min read


The Way the Land Turns
A quiet reflection on backroads, movement, and design — light bending, change finding its rhythm, presence shaped by the land. The road unfolds like the heart — soft curves meeting open space, movement to breath. On the backroads, design appears in the turn of the land, in the way the path widens, in the rhythm of moving through it.

Soul Trip ~ Debi
Oct 12, 20251 min read

