Deep Knowing

Feeling the gentle bite of the crisp fall morning air

Hearing the crunch of leaves beneath my feet

The acrid smell of a wood fire wafting from afar both irritating and oddly reassuring

Watching the sun stream through mostly naked tree branches to bathe everything in a warm golden glow

The wispy clouds moving freely as clouds do against the vast blueness of sky

Mind settling with the rhythmic lifting and placing of each miraculous footstep

An appreciative heart opening, softening into the deep knowing of the raw honesty of this time of year.


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