A love letter in the leaf litter…

In the aspen leaf litter, there I left you a love letter Written in hope and wonder and the sweet smell of November.

Dancing with surrender and the mystery. 

My hands grasp tightly around uncertainty and I bade them open again, and over again, with each breath.

Open hand, open heart, cultivating the way of a warrior of Love.

Allowing each encounter to be a gift unto itself, each moment a journey of presence.

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