August rain,

the best of the summer gone,

and the new fall not yet born.

The odd, uneven time.

~Sylvia Plath

cattails….light…….holding onto dark when dawn arrives…..

inquiry for today~ love those moments early in the day….let them speak to you…..like they tell you a long, sad story

when we remember

There is, of course, another side where we lose our resolve — we drop our guard, or just grow tired and descend into that other, darker, less-lovely world, as we disconnect and retreat deep into ourselves…

These revolving feelings of connection and disconnection… are the opposing forces of loss that define our lived experience… Many of us inhabit this uncanny realm of loss — and all of us will find our way there in time.

~Nick Cave