Today is the eighth of September 2023. The temperature topped out at 68 degrees with a gentle breeze and a comfortable overcast that provides plenty of light with almost no direct sunlight. This is true September. All year long I wait for this day and the few weeks that follow. September, October, November; the best of the “Ber months.” I am an Autumn baby; born in the month of October and all my life I have loved this season more than any other. It feels like home. It brings healing, rest, peace, and the gift of time.

So many people will begin to reflect on life, think deeply, and wrestle with that instinctual sense to prepare for winter now that the season is changing in a tangible way. We will still have warm and beautiful days before the leaves surrender. The colors will come and go in the blink of an eye, a true testament to how short life really is. There is so much to do as we slide towards the fourth and final quarter of the year.

In some ways, summer got away from me this year. It went too fast! Yet, I’ve done a lot. I’ve worked hard, made changes, conquered growth, let go of things I didn’t need to hold onto, and embraced every opportunity I could. I hope you’ve done the same. One of the things I look forward to the most about this time of year is getting back into writing. Summer took me away from my book and I am about to return to her. There are so many emotions about the process but I am ready, once again, to face the shadows and find the healing I’ve been pursuing for so many years.
This isn’t a deep philosophical writing. It’s more of a meandering through so many thoughts as my excitement builds in anticipation of what’s to come. I hope you’ll stay with me through some of the journey. Be blessed.