Ah, you can feel it in the air. It’s a subtle difference in temperatures, a slight change in the quality of light, a gathering of intention from the denizens of sky and tree and ground. There’s a skiff of newfound maturity and wisdom in the air. Savor it. It’s the gift of the seasons, to remind us that life is a cycle — hibernation to anticipation to ripening to harvest. The more I consider it, however, the more i think it’s really a spiral — like a nautilus shell — and each circuit pushes, prods, and makes us grow. I’m grateful to see Autumn beckoning.