Turkey blessings. I came across a dead turkey in the foothills this morning. Turkeys, somewhat ironically keep showing up in my life this past week. Reminding me of the cycle of life. I’m a firm believer that no matter what path you choose here, we are all just walking each other home and that all life really is at the end of the day is the full on preparation for death. You see, death don’t have no mercy and I think we spend our entire lives trying to preserve something so beautiful while forgetting there’s not a thing here your taking with us or that we can hold forever, which is why it’s special. It’s funny how things we thought were cursed can turn into the biggest of blessings. Grateful for the universe and it’s mischievous ways of reminding me. Take care of yourself, for one another. Love always.