Our ancestors fall among the autumn leaves.
As the last breath of a leaf departs the tree, the deep reds and oranges of woven clothing take up the drum.
Scattered piles of yellows, golds, ambers and greens….returning to the Earth, invoking Love.
All their wisdom….their laughter, sadness and love…all of their stories… triumphs and defeats… fears and hopes…are revealed when we breath in what is contained within the returning leaves….breathing not with our lungs…..
Do not doubt what is shown before you, but beware thinking you know what it is you are shown.
(not my own photo)