23/11/2025
As this season drops away to the winter, I just want to make some space and give real reverence to the autumn.
The light as the green changes to gold,
How even the fallen look so alive and beautiful, part of everything.
Watching the fall, being aware of the fall is such a core part the change.
I love the sound of the crunch of colour beneath my feet.
The veins of the leaves like pathways to the summer gone past and the winter ahead.
The veins of the leaves like the veins of my (getting older) hands.
My hands that will help reach connections in bodies.
Oh my goodness, sometimes I just canβt believe that pinky orange exists.
Thankyou beautiful autumn for reminding me of the bountiful bond between loss and love⦠grief and joy⦠They all hold veiny hands and crunch right together.