Change

The trees are releasing their leaves slowly in multicolored wisps on the wind. I am being called to release parts of the past in order to move ahead to the next season as well. Will it be done with the grace and glory of the autumn trees, each falling leaf a dazzling offering of what was and what might have been, could have been, should have been? The coming winter in all its frozen blow will create the space for rest, then ready for another chance, a new hope will arise.