hi,
There is change on the wind. The humming birds have flown south. The trees are shedding. The light is different. Hibernation is on the door step. There are Coots on the pond. My mind adjusting like the rest of life. Clearing way, making plans, bundling up, tightening down the ropes, settling into the darkness.
Rain. More rain. Gratiude to shelter, for water from a tap, to music that is so deeply personal. Gratitude for reflection, and harvest for a low sun in the sky. Gratitude to loyalty and the truth.
I put a lot of faith into flow.. Whatever flow means to you, find some.
peace,
ken
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