Holding hands with a mighty oak. Allowing her strength and stability to seep into my bones through an ancient form of unknowable osmosis. Leaning in to be held by her, as she tells me how beautiful and safe letting go can be. She will demonstrate this again very soon as her leaves turn dark orange and begin to harden and leave from her; a process she must endure through each season of her growth. She doesn’t question if her leaves will return, or try to make sense of why they are gone again. Without any thoughts or attempts to control, she persists as she is and flourishes. She encourages me to quiet my thoughts, especially when they are an unnecessary form of suffering. Instead I can let go and trust the unfolding.