Celebrate each breath as the death of the self you no longer need even if that aspect is simply a passing thought, breathe it away and let it die. Enter deeply into remembering who you are and allow yourself to feel, celebrate and be grateful for each moment of the dying away just as a tree is happy to get lighter and rest in the fall. The harvest comes when we let go of what was. Pain is alchemised into golden drops of reverence, jewels of joy and gifts of strong will. I commit each day to continuing this process of shedding.