Seekers of meaning inevitably find themselves wandering in the landscape. Perhaps all paths to self-realization are softly carpeted with moss, sprinkled with fallen pine cones. Nature gently guides us back to our roots, to the true homes that await us – sometimes with calluses on our feet, reminders of the journey. Maybe a few scratches from wandering under the dark canopy of the forest night, yet with a serene face and eyes that still smile.

Inspiration is the language of the heart, a tender current through which we share the echoes of our experiences. Through inspiration, nature speaks to us, and unconsciously, we carry and pass along the gifts it has stirred within.

– Rolandas Žigonis