Happy new moon First name / sweet human,
Today feels extra special - our new moon arrives on the eve of the equinox and brings with it a
partial eclipse.
I can feel the season changing…can you? Here in the Pacific Northwest, pear and apple trees hang heavy with fruit. Pumpkins grow fat in the fields on Sauvie Island and in neighborhood gardens. The light is changing. The air is, too. This morning, on a walk with a friend, it smelled like magic - fresh bread, wild fennel, decaying leaves, and wood smoke.
I’m so ready for the slow waltz into the dark of autumn and winter. I love the verdant energy of spring and the blaze of glory that is summer…but fall is heaven to me. Give me rainy walks, mushroom hunts, chonky squirrels, and cozy gatherings with soups, teas, tinctures, and pies.
Give me low and slow and turning inward.