So so many layers, cycles, seasons and reasons to feel completely totally overwhelmed while the leaves flame their songs, filling me all the way up as I spill the last bit of resistance to this, to all that is this life. A life that might break me open more, might ask for more vulnerability. It might hurt more, maybe explode the canyons down into deeper channeling of a love this mind cannot articulate as my whole being embraces, given to a beingness lost to my comprehension as soon as I grasp it. But, never gone.
All these trees stand naked now and I can only love that they so shamelessly unfold their stories without apology. No regret that they didn’t fill a richer landscape or bigger plot of land. They hum with the energy of the creative’s best stuff going to ground, hiding under earth’s cover, brewing songs for spring in the silence of this cold, gusty time.
Thanksgiving is life, life while the blues wash a tide over meditative minds and then ebb their way along as the trust and truth muscles flex, putting one foot then the other beyond the drag of uncertainties, and hopes long lingering. Poignant awareness of the preciousness of it all visits me now in ways almost unbearable but I hold to the wealth of my world with all I have. And it is beautiful. Happy Life, y’all…
J. Ruth Kelly 
Oh, these photos are filled with so much warmth! Thank you, JRuth! Happy belated Thanksgiving to you!
And to you! Those trees are in my front yard so I have alot of beauty to enjoy every autumn… Thankful!