I sit in a forest watching the evolution of a leaf. From its Springtime bud to being whisked away by the wind on a cold Carolina Fall day. I don't think that's end of the story. Like your personal life. We all endure daily changes. But too often we think that once the leaves are left to be blown away by man made machines and or storms we couldn't predict that it's completely ok to walk forward. Not so... in each leaf we drop there's a lyric to your story. We know where we are. But how many of us know how we got here? Think about it. It's December 2016. Time is moving so quickly. Wasn't yesterday that moment where we feared Y2K? September 11th seems so long ago. They are leaves. If we are trained to live in the moment. You need the seeds of process to keep your roots strong. Where do the leaves go after winter has buried them under the snow? The forest holds a lot of secrets if you would take the time to study beyond the present.