With the new moon and you all in mind, this morning I walked in a pine wood.
One tree seemed over laden with cones while her lower branches, carrying the cones looked dead or dying. It spoke to me of seeding the future and that this is our work now (also connected to the Angels poem on the other thread): seeding the future, in another form, in another place as this world ends.
As Kd says antisscipate nothing in the time that is next, not of your family and friends and their reaction to who you might be
just be as you are and feel what it shows you now. The next breath will be born from what is now. That's the gift I give thanks to the new moon for