A time for finishing. Completion.
A mini-ending within larger endings, rippling outward to infinity.
I let go and release (real-ease) with grace, wonder and excitement to see what kind of things this clearing away will allow room for in my life.
So often letting go brings sadness and grief. But I return to awareness of the natural cycles of birth and death, growing and letting go.
The bare tree that has released all its leaves will once again regenerate in the natural course of the turning of the seasons.
As a song says, “Every new beginning is some other beginning’s end.”