I sweep the concrete paths at the centre each morning. We have plenty of a north wind today. I do not recall the wind coming from this direction for quite some time. The “north” has many a connotation for all of us no doubt.

Today, wind blows leaves from birch, oak and alder as quickly as I sweep.  Grand gusts. The leaves have let go of their attraction to light. Light dwindles, moment by moment in these parts. It provides a more distant glow. The leaves have grown, replenished the tree, provided food for caterpillar and aphids, assisted in producing seeds, allowed for cover for birds, and nesting material for squirrel. I could speak of fluttering and sound.

Life giving light for all of us creatures, from “our” sun, day and night. Thank you.

Waning light, northerly breezes, and a rainbow overhead bring an awakening for me this morn. And I hope for you also. Rinchen