Tramping through the woods this week, I was able to cross a creek bed that had been impassable during the springtime rains. The view was clear across a pond that had been obscured by the summer’s tall grasses. The source of this summer’s hornets was suddenly revealed, their giant nest dangling from a tree branch.

Autumn can be a season of endings and losses. The frost comes sneaking in at night, the tender plants curl, and the light shrinks with each passing day.

Yet it can also be a season of deepening, where saplings set their roots, long-awaited harvests come through, and subtle truths become evident. The skies themselves can surprise us.

Dear friends, in this time of turning, let us ask ourselves,

What is newly visible?

What is newly valuable?

What is newly possible?