The fog is in today, a blanket enclosing a circulation of an ecosystem, our own, embodied in more.

Last night I learned of the passing of a friend.  I am with the words of Rilke:

“Death is our friend precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love.”

Redwood Tree rises in Fog

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