it's the way, always, nature in perfect accordance with itself - and we are not removed from this, no less in our alignment than a bud's turn to flower, a leaf's release in autumn, or a bird trusting in the air. Our time is now, it's the moment of our perfection, no matter if it's to bloom, to surrender our hold on a particular branch of life, or to trust that we are held by the grace of what's not seen.
It's simply, always, only the way of
how things are.
~
Peace,
Eric
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