Autumn feels like depth. Like truth. Like jagged-edges being worn with pride. Like masks coming off. Like speaking our truth. Because we damn well know it’s time.
As the leaves change color and die
We see all that is dying within us, too
We let it happen.
Because it’s beautiful.
Life, death, life, death, life
We trust it.
The phoenix in our bones takes her plunge once again.
We can dance with our demons
And stare fear straight in the face…Read More