I wish I could remember who it was who once said, the key to happiness is a bad memory.

A little tongue in cheek, certainly – though, there is some truth behind these words.

Meaning, our lives are often impeded through clinging — holding on to that which stings. And, causes faith to crumble – like a leaf succumbing to Winter’s heir. Made friable through these circumstances of change.

But as the falls, it expresses its unity – and ‘oneness’ with this tempo of Earth.

It does not blame the tree for this destination of ‘ground’. Rather, it begs to join this circle of life — sustenance for the roots below.

And neither does it blame the shifting Sun, which once rose gold within its veins.

There’s a lesson to be learned here, my friends: do we allow the transition or force complaint? Do we find our faith in fallen leaf?

And, knowing that this change itself represents the best of what might be.

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤️