Thank you for this, both the essay and the video. Still a lot of work to do this evening, but I feel more ready for it now.
When my life went blue-screen some years back, I started walking every day, twice most days, a 3-mile triangle in Winston-Salem's Ardmore district plus twice around the 1-mile trail in Miller Park. That plus my rediscovered urge to create poetry restored my health and redefined my purpose.
Willows thrive because their roots are deep.
This time of year has always been my favorite, though I don't care for the coming cold. In Roy Campbell's words, "I love to see, when leaves depart,/the clear anatomy arrive./Winter, the paragon of art/that kills all forms of life and feeling/save what is pure and will survive."