Nothing can settle my mind and ease my soul like an autumn walk. 

Where do our strolls lead us if not into the wilderness of the self and the wilds of our world? The crunch of the brittle leaves and rustle of squirrels darting to safety tell us we are in nature, we are in something larger than our individual wants and worries. The pathway winds before us and always twists out of sight into uncertainty.

Long shadows reach along the ground and within us.   Connected.


We all long to walk in this world and be of this world.