End of October. This used to be my favorite time of year...or maybe it still is, buried under the many layers of memories, tasks, changing seasons and elusive time. It's almost Halloween, and there is costume work to be finished. This year, Nate chose to be a tree, so Mommy must coordinate with an owl costume. The season is changing, but so is the season of this life. We are in the Harvest. Gathering resources. Finishing projects that have waited too long to be seen through, and are impatient to be brought into existence, completed. Beginning new dreams as the leaves change color, drift downward and encapsulate us in a time out of time. As all of nature prepares for the eventual arrival of the winter months, we are taking note from their book and gathering our energies to make the transition into a new season of life. As the crow takes wing, so we must also travel from the comfort zone forged from the past, into a new place and time that will allow us to grow even more. The blackbird has flown, and Father Time has also. I am embracing the call of Harvest.
