Japanese Maple

A small Japanese Maple that I call Koibito stands in front of my daughters house, she lives on a part of earth that has distinct seasons, where this morning there was frost dusting each petal and blade. Koibito is going inward, drawing her energy deep into the shushumna and down into the root ball. As she goes, she throws off everything unneeded: all of her adornments explode as red confetti across the ground. I stop to say hello to her, to say I will see you in the springtime, goddess willing. I feel this in myself in the moment, the pulling in, the withdrawing, the re-sourcing! Fall vibes I guess. Today I get on a plane to California, going to my home trees, the larger ones that I name with seed mantras, the tender littles that just get a nod. I plan to throw my body to ocean and sunshine and warmth. In November, I have a couple of speaking engagements in Women’s health innovation, in art and activism, and a couple of conferences to attend that take us to Southern California- and a really sweet play date that I’ve been dangling like a carrot during the last work push. Plus thanksgiving with the fam. There are a lot of tiny little undone details that I hope to complete and bring to rest, and many beautiful friends I have missed that I can’t wait to squeeze and dance with. But mostly, being. Thank you life for this planet, this life, these people, this work. Grateful grateful grateful.