Greetings to all my precious people!
There’s a particular quality to these first days of September — nothing dramatic yet, nothing you could point to and say there, that’s the change. Just a cooler edge to the morning air. A slant of light that wasn’t there last week. Somewhere overhead, geese are beginning to practice their formation, long before they actually need it.
We are standing at a threshold. And thresholds ask something of us that the wide-open seasons don’t: they ask us to trust a turning we cannot yet fully see. continue reading
