It’s spooky season, this little guy may spook most, but do you think this leaf is worried and burdening itself with negative or fearful emotions? Judging from the bounty of this citrus flora, I don’t think for a second it’s allowing to feel sorry for itself. Setting its intention to continue ripening its pomelos I’d say it’s taking ownership in discovering what hasn’t even been fully dreamed up yet by curiously feeling the other side of discomfort—the peace and ease and grace of it all. This verdant foliage knows it’s far greater than its experience bathing in the brilliance of the sun codes replenishing, honoring its wholeness…

Undigested
Engorged
Amplified
it’s the teeny
tiny
tediousness
That leads to the grander,
and eventually the grandiose.
Unsettled
tackle what you can along the way
it’s all coming together.