Deepak Chopra writes that religion is a belief in another’s experience, whereas, spirituality is a belief in one’s own.

I thought of his words along my walk yesterday; the trees were a bright crimson red, bowing in reverence to an imminent transformation.

In nature, the basis of all spiritual work begins with observation. A cluster of fallen leaves, crisp and golden, yielding this path beneath our feet. A flaunting of the blue jay’s wing dancing within the evergreens.

Each delicate subtlety pulling us gently towards ‘home’ – away from the intrusion of distracted thought. A space of calm amidst the chaos.

“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell,” Rilke once shared. Within which the ‘dance’ begins – compassion and patience over the legacy of hate. Like the barren limbs, we let go and begin again.

In peace, my sweet friends…

Namaste ❤️