Journal entry by Eve Ilsen — 13 minutes ago
...to the intensity of the holiday.
I miss my beloved so much during this season.
I think of writing a letter to him of all the things for which I am sorry, and all the things for which I am grateful, and I will burn it and send the smoke up, up...
I wish us all a fertile Autumn time of going deeply inward.
May we emerge with the treasures that will nourish us through the coming year, and with which we may nourish our sorry world.