Sometimes There Are No Words

This morning I was called outside in the early morning light. Everyone was still asleep, except for the birds and other critters roaming the frost kissed grass.

There is something in the air today…

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The Final Harvest Approaches

As October fades into November, we can feel the slipping away of what we see and understand in order to enter the realm of the liminal. Shedding our skins and questioning our patterns, we walk the changing tide of light to dark, life to death. We are exposed in ways that are uncomfortable for us as we willingly open our heart to those darker, shadowy aspects of ourselves. It is in those spaces where we will be able to retrace our steps and seek out what we are longing for.

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