It is a beautiful day in October and the leaves are peaking. Sunspots of brilliant crimson, violet, and magenta swirl before my eyes as I sit upon the stone seat by the pond. My goldfish echo that flaming red, rising to the warmer surface in a cistern of green. Here and there a remaining frog peeks out its head. Soon they will be hibernating for the winter. Autumn smells, pungent and sweet bathe me. The sun is oh, so warm. I relax and breathe, be present, and fill my senses with this delight. The surrounding trees are blazing gold, orange, yellow and crimson. Insects have resurrected for an encore with the splash and gurgle of the pond. I sit in silence and ask my heart: Let me venture into the realm where this is all me. I begin to feel a matrix of fullness, of connection that just Is and where my heart feels full to bursting with love. Here everything’s ok–even the chemtrails slashing the sky overhead with their blatant marks. As my friend, Panache Desai says, “There is nothing on the planet right now that is not for the ultimate benefit of human beings.” I trust, let go, and merge again, to the consciousness where I can make the most difference. The place where all of us can. The chirp of a nearby cricket reverberates my heartstrings and the cool sensation of the light air across my skin wakes me. I sway with the plants and leaves in a dance called oneness. A leaf of wild sorrel upon my tongue, and my black cat, Noché greeting my back with repeated rubs.

A Bauneg Beg farm