Patience and patterns are crossing my face. Stillness seeps from the scene on my porch, whispers of truths dance around the objects in my living room. The air is tranquil, overcast and dry with remnants of last night’s rain lingering on the grass. The leaves are yellowing and starting to release their grip on summer sun and life buzzing with the insects and natural life that surround them. They turn and let go. I am letting go of so much; growing into a new skin that allows me to exist freely within a context that speaks to my experiences and a new outlook on life. I remember the city, and yet am here now; all my friends and places far away yet close in my memory. Fall is a time of re-gathering oneself back into work, be it creative or personal, as we reclude back inside of ourselves, and on the journey bump into those who have been with us on many journeys around the sun. We say hey, and feel at home. No more strenuous summertime activities and interactions filled with service and excitement. It is about me time now. It is about settling into a home that speaks to me on a comforting level. It is about communing with old friends and remembering who I am.

Summer left me in a burst of energy. My sister’s wedding, my baptism, as the heat held on for one last grasp, finally letting go with light rain, cooler temperatures and overcast skies. We were waiting, hoping for an end to the chaos, and now we have arrived. Home again, home again.