There is a tree on my walk this morning that shows scars of severed branches, like weeping eyes now covered with amber scabs.  “I bleed and it heals,” she said, “or I fall and I am released, free to fly away.”  I bow and bend into her blessed pure acceptance.

With great wind and rain there are trees now done and bare, breathing a sigh of relief to sleep, leaving care behind for a season.  “Surrender to the season,” they say, “it is a wonderful release.”

I lean into the day, letting it carry me away as I rest on a float in a slow moving river.  Take me away Dear One, I release the steering and relax into the Path of Heaven.