Wild Communion

Back out there, finally.
The vultures haven't left quite yet. Soon...

Gusts of wind, filled with leaves, give me no choice but to see my resistance to letting go. I resist. I fight for what I love.

Fruit of the vine...rosehips. They just popped out of nowhere. Glorious!
Today, walking with a friend, we encountered some beautiful places.

Every season is a gift. It doesn't always feel like it. Some, like fall, often feel like we are losing something...something precious.

I am attempting to allow the sense of loss to fit inside of m, instead of trying to push it away.

One of my most human difficulties.