Interlude: Fleeting Is Our Time Together

I offer this week’s Morning Note as a photo essay, an interlude in this month’s exploration on meeting the within of bodies wild and holy. Other than an introduction, this Note is largely empty of words, evoking I hope, the inner journey across an arc––of time, experience, life––offered here by roses, in resplendent bloom in the Bay Area as I write.

I invite you to move through the images slowly. Let each form an inner impression, letting the whole of them tell a story already living in you . . . because we are not so unlike roses.

We will return to our typical Morning Notes’ style next week.