October is my Memorial Day extended to 30 days. In truth this time of remembered grief and loss ebbs and flows throughout each day of each year. The intensity of these emotional tides are at the mercy of a lunar moon that has a cycle that begins to tug at my heart in September and slowly releases me in February. It is October, the high tide, the felt-sense zenith of grief.
The continuation of contemplative photography through October was a means to be with the world as it is…and not as I so wish it would be.
the path is hidden by Dharma,
invisible, yet…
memories of you lead me onward.
a meditative journey 
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