The leaves are all in the ground in wet piles, covering muddy patches where just months ago, we walked with bare feet in sunshine. While this season slows many things down, it is mystical in its ability to strip the color and distraction away from your thoughts for a while so you can remember who you are, and listen to the small voice inside that tells you what you would like to become. For this week’s observation: Spend at least a half hour somewhere in nature, watch how leaves fall, or how the wind blows the trees, how the crows cry out, and what message the earth is trying to give you. I assure you, the message is there.
Priestess of the Fall by Ithildiel
Nine Waves of Blessing 