Have ever considered the leaf. Simple in need. The leaf blooms and dies. It doesn’t question why? Or consider what else is could be. It knows it is a leaf. It understands its purpose and destiny. So I consider this.... how does the leaf accept its fate so gracefully? I hold a leaf in my hand and I ask it. It accepts the natural order of things and takes its role seriously. It has a story to tell from its own perspective but is not attached to anything else yet connected to everything. The leafs role is integral. Just as ours is. We all have a path a role a destiny. Yet we don’t open ourselves up and accept our fate. We force things and hold onto things. So we must learn from the leaf to accept our role to play. And that is to accept our fate and let go of any other ideas to allow it to transpire like magick into form. It will be nothing you saw coming but better than anything you can ever imagine.