It has been a year of endings and beginnings. My father died in August and while I feel the gravity of losing him on a daily basis, for the first time in the 11 years that my husband and I have owned our home in Maine, the Canada geese landed in the estuary in front of our house. There is no small measure of hope in this arrival. I find myself leaning in to this natural landing, and gathering momentum. It seems an auspicious sign: time to officially launch wgc/the landing.
“When the soul wants to experience something she throws out an image in front of her and then steps into it.” Meister Eckhart
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