Living Spiritual Rhythms - September 6

Fallen leaves, so fragile, flutter in the breeze.

Their dance illuminates, amidst the torrent of death, as beauty fades away. Yet, caught in the throes of decay and winter light opens the possibility of an astonishing renewal, not beyond recognition, yet vague and visceral.

To await its coming requires patience; looking for change in the seemingly unchanging, and the disclosure of transforming being in speech and act.