Autumn constantly reminds me that my daily dyings are necessary precursors to new life. – Parker Palmer What are you aware of as "daily dyings" in this season of your life? How does fall give you space to hold them as necessary - and even good? What new life have you seen come out of these little deaths? How does this awareness bring hope for what-will-be?

Posted by Jamie Bonilla at 2021-09-23 13:52:25 UTC