Today I am with loss. So much loss. Each of us suffers. Each of us has to let go, and there is a space of emptiness, of reforming what we think and believe, and then, we re-enter the business of life again. It is a busy time of year, and yet, we must pause and sit with the falling leaves, and perhaps falling rain and snow, and reflect on our gifts. I have a fairy door in one of my trees. It is time to decorate there too, to honor the small, to welcome and thank the microorganisms that keep our soil turned and fresh. We are connected in ways we don't always see.
Men are on my roof again today, and today completes the job. At first I was bothered by the noise, well, actually, at first I thought we were having an earthquake, but then, I felt like Santa and his reindeer kept landing on my roof, and now today, little elves finish the job.
The weight of gratitude fills me, the weight of connection and loss.