In the Northern Hemisphere, we’re gently gliding into Autumn. Even as we grasp for the final, juiciest tomatoes and jumbo-sized ears of sweet corn, seasonal shifts are beginning to show themselves. Changes that beckon, challenge and encourage us to align with the prompts of these wise, perennial cycles.

In the Northern Hemisphere, we’re gently gliding into Autumn. Even as we grasp for the final, juiciest tomatoes and jumbo-sized ears of sweet corn, seasonal shifts are beginning to show themselves. Changes that beckon, challenge and encourage us to align with the prompts of these wise, perennial cycles.

I’m on a crusade to de-vilify Mercury Retrograde. Which I realize might be a Crusade of One. Regardless, I’m thoroughly committed to the campaign. :: You might already have had a reaction to the title of this piece. An audible sigh? A furrowed brow? A snort of skeptical laughter? Instantaneous,

This month, I’ll be trotting down the lane of friendship. Wending my way through reflections about how this force in our lives is as essential as breath. Our dearest, long-term friends holding court for our unfolding, their presence as much a part of our soul-making as we are to ourselves.