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Petals In The Fall -A daughter’s reflection on love, loss, and the slow unraveling of memory.
The petals didn’t fall in protest—
they drifted with grace,
trusting that beauty lingers
even in the letting go.
Autumn doesn’t mourn the bloom—
it wraps it in gold,
celebrating the surrender
that makes room for rest.
Stretching forward to what’s ahead, I release what no longer serves and settle into the mercy of this season. A new rhythm is calling—gentler, rooted, and real.
This is a Sage Page Stretch: a return to the slow, sacred beauty of enough.