As we enter the final countdown to the U.S. presidential election outcome, it’s no surprise that collective feelings of apprehension and exhaustion fill the air. Elevated levels of upset, angst and uncertainty running parallel to the current of everyday life.

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,