Yesterday I walked along the fairy trail. It was raining an hour before, and then the sun came out though I was sheltered in an Oakwood Valley of ferns, trees, and streams. It felt magical and now I peruse the photos and see images in the water, trees, moss, and lichen to explore. When I returned home I saw the camellia bush offering buds and blooms. 

In being with so much transition, I’m with these words of Robert Thurman:

When you understand interconnectedness, it makes you more afraid of hating, than of dying.