i was in there thinking everything. cried with autumn rain. the chill had arrived and i almost forgot the season of preparation before winter, however long it may last. before the bears paw up osha after they wake from winters ceremony they sleep, a long dream, a different realm. i am reminded of light, music and solitude. even though we are a family at the table - a fullness of way - there are empty chairs where guests would sit. our family down the road, our family across the country, an ocean, no longer in this body. candles are hopeful saviours in a time where reflection on all our paths is given and illuminated. to heal, to go, in time for an October full moon. after the show, we hopefully listen for rest within. a grieving period arrives and leaves. let it. the past scene reveals how different our days can unfold and how we navigate it with realism and the supernatural.
finally, juniper and pinon trails up to the sky from our house. the sacred incense of home. our place is placed under the stars and we must look upward to the roof, here is our atlas. yes, that sense of belonging is with us. all along. i watch from a vantage point greater than myself.
and, give thanks.
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