I feel so grateful to be back by the wood stove after a Summer of travel, after a Summer of change.
The familiarity of Home is surely the most soothing balm for a weary Soul.
My womb, in its infinite wisdom, waited until the precise moment of my arrival, here in Crestone, until I was back, once more, in the safe haven of my yurt to begin its cycle of release. I welcomed the blood with a sleep, deep and dreamless. Now, swaddled in my favorite wool coat and quilts many layers deep, the Piñon crackling in the stove at the foot of the bed--I welcome Autumn and the multitude of small rituals held within its blustery months.