. .
We did not come to remain whole.
We came to lose our leaves like the trees,
The trees that are broken
And start again, drawing up on great
roots . . .
~Robert Bly
My Path with Stars Bestrewn
. .
We did not come to remain whole.
We came to lose our leaves like the trees,
The trees that are broken
And start again, drawing up on great
roots . . .
~Robert Bly
My Path with Stars Bestrewn 
So true. Love to my dear friend! xoxo
magic!
May we indeed find the strength to start again.
Oh, it feels so scary when the leaves start to fall. And then so freeing:).