I open my arms to autumn. To the coming darkness and death of old rhythms. I open my arms to the cleansing cold, to coziness and rest. I open my arms to whatever my body may need as we continue this wild hurling through space around that brilliant star that both warms and warns us. I open my arms in greeting, and in releasing.
Spiritual Director for the Wanderer and the Wounded
Julianne Vantland 