The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever

Jacques Cousteau

Poem: On Being a Leaf

sleeping-beauty

Autumn washes over me and I feel the rhythms within shifting and slowing just as I witness the earth and nature around me settling in for winter. Taking a hike with the boys in the woods I felt much energy in the death and decay surrounding us knowing it simply gives way to new life. My own caterpillar heart is filled with summer sustenance prepari...

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