In the face of this rioting season of color, harvest, and turbulant storms, I have been facing a couple of old hauntings: heartbreak and betrayal. A new twist in the opportunities and probabilities of healing, releasing, accepting life as new, beautiful, full, rich.
Out my window a heavy-lidded moon holds high-watch.
Rilke says, There is only one journey. Going inside yourself. Sometimes I say, Nooooooo! Anything but that!
Today was a day of heavy rain, of the sun breaking through, of rainbows and piles of clouds. Persimmons are hanging on trees that are dropping their bright orange leaves to the ground. It is all so beautiful, even the process of early evening darkness quieting the rash colors.
There is nothing to fear.