Shedding

Have you ever stood among the trees on a summer day, quietly observing?

On my morning grounding walk, chatting with the plants and scanning the treeline, I paused as something stirred in the woods. A single leaf floated down before me. It wasn’t fall. Still, it was letting go.

And it occurred to me that shedding doesn’t wait for a season. We’re always releasing. A little tension here, a lifetime’s weight there. Quietly. Gently.

Just like the trees, healing is cyclical. Some seasons are loud with growth or release. Others whisper it.

I'm not sure what I’m trying to say, except—keep going. Trust the timing. Let yourself let go. Even now, it's happening.