A balmy, Saturday morning that turned suddenly cold and windy. A cold and windy Sunday with dramatic clouds and brightly lit trees.

I am grateful for:

The beauty of nature that always brings me into a sacred pause and helps me hit the reset button.
The honor of witnessing someone in complete vulnerability and the deep connection that can result. And how much more beautiful we all become when it happens.
That so many people are beginning to respond to times of stress by carving out time for themselves.
The freedom of tears and allowing myself to fully feel my experience. And the deep compassion and love that always already exist, just below the tears.