A balmy, Saturday morning that turned suddenly cold and windy. A cold and windy Sunday with dramatic clouds and brightly lit trees.
I am grateful for:
- The beauty of nature that always brings me into a sacred pause and helps me hit the reset button.
- The honor of witnessing someone in complete vulnerability and the deep connection that can result. And how much more beautiful we all become when it happens.
- That so many people are beginning to respond to times of stress by carving out time for themselves.
- The freedom of tears and allowing myself to fully feel my experience. And the deep compassion and love that always already exist, just below the tears.