I am settling into this season with so much peace. I listened to an interview with @cfigueres on @onbeing last night, and I resonated so deeply with the hope she says we must learn to cultivate in order to come together and heal our planet. The deeper my curiosity dives into the tedium of the natural world, the more I am convinced that we can save ourselves and our descendants, restoring our oneness with the earth. It’s an odd hope to be feeling so fervently, especially as I live in the northern hemisphere and we are approaching the season of death and decay. But here we are. The red tail hawk waited for me on the power lines today, and didn’t fly away I gave him my nod. The sun’s final breath of color before setting for the evening was a heartbreaking lavender, washing the fields, the cedar trunks, even the dying blackberry brambles in so much purple it felt otherworldly. The moon is full, my son sleeps next to me, and I am deeply and utterly at home.