I adore autumn. The trees grow sleepy, seducing us as they shed glorious colors. The air becomes crisp enough to enjoy my morning cacao with delightful contrast. After much birthing, burgeoning, and blooming, nature takes a big sigh and begins to shift its energy into the underworld. This also has me sinking deeper into my own roots.

The last several years have led me on a personal journey to inquire what wholeness within feels and looks like in the context of my own life. How is wholeness embodied in a world that breeds separation? This led me to confront many trials and lessons...