It is September. A time of exhale. Earth is pushing out the last of her flowers in deep purples, yellow. Earth is sleepy. The end of summer brings autumn crispiness. It bring energy to me. I get a surge to purge the land and home, giving clothes and bulbs away. I cut down perennials, zip my sweater, walk with my dog, feeling the shedding, the dropping of the land. Leaves fall softly. It is wonderfully melancholy. It is the season of autumn. I am reminded to let go of things and situations not needed. I am reminded to remain centered in the letting go, knowing this is part of our human growth. I continue to move forward, embracing the soon to be dormancy.