Sometimes peace begins with something simple: Loosening our grip..When the hand opens, there is space. Space to breathe. Space to trust. Space to enjoy what is here without demanding that it stays forever. The tree does not hold every leaf. The flower does not keep every season. The river does not stop moving to protect one reflection. And still , life remains beautiful...🍂🍁🍂...Many thanks for your support- much gratitude... Big hugs and love always, Suzanne🙏💞
