The people who know such things are saying we have reached the peak beauty of these dying leaves. Autumn has come and is now nearly gone. The days darken. I rake the leaves and my children disappear into that pile of death. Our dog Winnie runs happily through the woods, looking for lost things, her feet crunch-crunch-crunching.
Thank you, Shawn. I always love your thoughts on death. They will sit with me as I go to a funeral today and then return home to my own five year old and the mundane beauties and challenges of parenthood.
Thank you, Shawn. I always love your thoughts on death. They will sit with me as I go to a funeral today and then return home to my own five year old and the mundane beauties and challenges of parenthood.
The reality of death and the reality of life are difficult for me to reconcile.
I love this. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks, Kristen.
Good piece. Good to see you there. Thanks for coming.
Honored to be there.