Leaving the house today, sadness was visiting too, sensing into the deep losses of this time. As I walked, I noticed how my attention was being brought to that which is fading; the flowers, the peeling paint, and yet how the decay, when witnessed, holds a hidden, fragile beauty too. From here, I was able to draw my gaze upwards and outwards again, to that which is being born, in its opening and rising; to the new growth, the bird and the birdsong, the clink of blue in the changing sky. The sadness receded, and I was left with awe at the longer, deeper cycles of time and wisdom. Nature always knows. To bare witness to the shadow is also to give room for the light.