My understanding of these "little people" was limited, except that it was a Crow Native American story that shared they came out at night, dancing and smiling by the flickering firelight. It filled me with a sense of wonder…

A three image collage. Ocean with low clouds let with pink and a bright blue sky, Green bushes in the foreground. Cheyenne with her legs crossed sitting at the bench with a coffee cup in a tray with quiche and a cup of cream looking out over the ocean. A wooden bench made from a tree trunk.

…Within the chaos, one can be completely carefree..without making oneself wrong…

Cheyenne sitting on a rock with an inflatable red canoe by the river. Bent knees, elbows on knees and she’s looking at the camera

It’s entirely magical because in an effortless way your comfort level grows within yourself, your inherent okayness…