When the rough showers of gold begin here with the first fall of leaves from my beloved Black Walnut trees I'm filled with wave after wave of sensations so familiar to me now but still so arresting, dynamic and born anew. There is nostalgia, grief, anticipation, memory, startlement, awe, relief, tears, laughter, appreciation, bewilderment, surrender, ecstasy, foreboding, stillness, apprehension and overarching delight in simply being an earth body and participating in this cycle of seasonal intelligence as I approach entering my 72nd year.
Ho Black Walnut Tree Ho!