In the evening the cold air from the mountains

Swoops underneath the hot air of summer

I too am Katabatic

As I expand – into what is expanding in me

Pushing out

The tightly held old ways of being…..

What no longer serves.

Each dark night ( of the soul)

Removes one more chunk of the gunk

This weeks self portrait is only a temporary reflection,

Things are really moving.

Love’s got us – a strong wind in our hair

And on the water.