Wild Communion

Silence is sacred.
We all know this.
And yet, our world is full of noise that divides and increases tension.

This moment every morning is always rewarded.

# wildheart

Dark and early today.
But still gorgeous.
Light emerging at its own pace.
Not unlike life, atm.

A soft pink blanketed sky.

What a lovely way to welcome a new day.

Glimmers of nature's beauty heal us in the midst of a tragically imperfect life.

Always grateful.

What a morning!
The sky was on fire with oranges and pinks.
There was no way not to see it!

There was no breeze at all and the stillness was so refreshing.

Peace. Just a little peace.

Back out there, finally.
The vultures haven't left quite yet. Soon...

Gusts of wind, filled with leaves, give me no choice but to see my resistance to letting go. I resist. I fight for what I love.

This morning, a sunrise appeared in a text image from my aunt in central Colorado.

She knows how much I love her wide-open skied sunrise. It is so full of quiet and softness...glorious.

A gift this morning after a week of severe loss. I'm grateful and humbled.

I'm seen, even if its not how I had hoped. But I am seen and loved.

Its the best gift to be seen as we see others-loved as we love others.

Fruit of the vine...rosehips. They just popped out of nowhere. Glorious!
Today, walking with a friend, we encountered some beautiful places.

Every season is a gift. It doesn't always feel like it. Some, like fall, often feel like we are losing something...something precious.

I am attempting to allow the sense of loss to fit inside of m, instead of trying to push it away.

One of my most human difficulties.

I drove home last Sunday, starting hours before the sun started making colors in the wide open prairie sky.

Grateful my son talked to me for hours on the phone to keep me awake. Blessed.

Migrating birds serenaded at a rest stop.
Colors, breathtaking, accompanied me for the sacred hours of new beginnings.

Its been a hard week, to say the very least; a fight for what truly matters has ensued, as it often does.

I'm grateful for those who love well and deeply. So blessed.

Pink sunrise mountains...the moment I've waited for each morning.

Nothing is more glorious than a sunrise. The hope of another day. The hope that possibilities will emerge that were previously hidden.

There is so much to hope for.

My favorite season to be here in Colorado.

The cottonwoods are slowly turning yellow in the dry riverbeds.

The smell of the ponderosa pines is warm and inviting.

2 more days to breathe it in.

A visit to my home away from home. It has been far too long.

Seeing my son's family here makes my heart sing. Grandbaby is thriving and beautiful. I'm more than blessed.

There are so many "little" things that mean everything to me in this landscape.

Places that our soul is revealed to us will always be home, no matter where our bodies reside.