Letting go whatever needs to let go.
Nature as mirror of the soul, I think when catkins drop from trees and flow downstream...
These trees deeply know. Their catkins no longer serve hanging; they are getting ready to continue their journeys of dispersion. Constant change. Changes bring good opportunities. Easy to say. Right now I'm really torned apart. Paradoxes. Wanting to let go while wanting to hold on. Hold onto what? Is it real or is it an idealised image?
Praying for becoming more tree, more catkin.
Angela
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