Bridge of Sighs

This late September weekend has been so special, this journey - yesterday and today, working, playing, laughing, eating, relaxing, serving, crying and healing together. Times of remembrance, our true natures. So much respect and love for our selves and each other. Stories were shared and the listening was holy. All the beauty of each of those sacred moments spent together. This sunny morning, as we closed eyes and held each other on the bridge, tears fell under willows, sighs and weeping into the warm autumnal morning breeze. Stones in the flowing water and sticks of chosen colour as we decided in that single moment. And so safely we stood in our own truth, ready to let go of what needed to be released, serenely, a little less holding on, more an opening of hearts. Mists cleared, new paths ahead, lighter steps as goodbyes were said and 6 bridges were crossed. The sky smiled and joy and laughter guided us on our way home.