"No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell." - Carl Jung Autumn arrives as a vivid reminder of this profound truth. Just as trees prepare for the coming season by grounding themselves deeply, we too are invited to reflect on our own roots-the emotions and experiences that shape us. The trees around us become a breathtaking explosion of colours, their leaves shifting from lush greens to fiery reds, oranges, and golds. It is a season that stirs

What would life feel like if all we ever saw was black and white? Perhaps we’d notice the shapes of things more deeply-the way wings cut through the sky, the way shadows embrace the light. Yet, without colour, would we still feel the warmth of a sunrise, the tenderness of a rose, or the quiet joy of autumn leaves? Maybe black and white reminds us of simplicity, of contrasts that define us. But it also whispers of what we might lose if we forget that life is meant to be lived

Few days ago, a white pigeon landed softly in my garden. Not just a bird-but a presence. We often say that when a robin appears, someone we love is near. But what about a white pigeon? It felt like peace itself had perched for a moment. Gentle. Still. Watching. "Peace often arrives on quiet wings."