There are so many colors that could shade this post, my palette seems inadequate.
Today I awake with a flourish of tears. I cannot label their cause, I've tried. The closest I've come is cathartic. A deep sigh of relief. And in this cleansing, this starting anew I can only trust that this path brings a healing, a joining, a recovery from that which we were before. Let the courage of conviction unify with humility, honor and pride.
Blessed Be!

We've set the clocks back changing time. We've entered winter changing seasons. Tomorrow is election day, giving us the option to change the tenor of government. Granted this is a historic election on multi levels and it is within our power to effect this change. In order to do this we must go vote, no matter who you vote for, your vote is the only way change can occur. So take a moment, evaluate the candidates and choose who you believe will best achieve the change you desire.

The Panther -- Rainer Maria Rilke

His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else.
It seems to him there are a thousand bars;
and behind the bars, no world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils lifts, quietly--.
An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone.

translation is by Stephen Mitchell