Bold As Love

It is officially autumn here in Chicago.  The air is feels like a snap! made on the spiral bed between pointer finger and thumb; whispers crisp and clear to the ear, “wake up”.   Fall is a bold month, it is able to stand strong and conscious in transformation. What would happen if we followed the ritual of the seasons, and did not push back?  I imagine we would be a few steps closer to walking in solidarity with all of creation.  Honoring and loving this Earth as much as the Earth loves us.   Bold as conscious love.

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