Slumbering

I know, my love. It feels like something is dying.
In truth, something is dying. In fact, it's already dead.

We are laying it to rest, right now.
There's a massive, decisively social, universally global shift underway.

Have you ever looked really closely at deciduous trees in Autumn? 
Not at the trunks. Not at the limbs. Not at the color-changing leaves. At the thin, delicate branches, laid bare in preparation for Winter. 
If you look very carefully, you can see the tiny buds of next year's leafy bounty forming, even before the last of this year's green has faded.

Long before the long, dark, seemingly lifeless months of cold and frost, the promise of Spring has already been made with certainty. 
That's where we are right now, Family. 
It is very easy to see to the death and the darkening inherent at this moment. 
It takes a more grounded presence, and a sharper eye to see the rebirth, and budding innocence which is occurring simultaneously. 
Our habitually analytical minds generally tend to focus on what is most obvious.

That is what they are best at.

Right now decay, difficulty, struggle, and strife are fairly obvious. 
Our hearts, our blood, and our bones know that behind the decay, assurance of new, hitherto unseen beauty is slumbering all around us. 
It's there. You just have to look closely. 
I love you all so much. 
Deeply. 
Truly. 
Always, and in all ways.

-e