Transitions are classically tough: moving, puberty, birth, death, changing schools, changing diets. The end of one thing and the beginning of something new can mean a long arduous journey of learning how to get from point A to point B, or it can be an abrupt switch leaving us catching our breaths and not having time to pause and address the change. They are also exciting and moving, bringing joy and reward. The seasons are in transition now and after a long and unusually hot summer, in September I could see the ache in the plants and trees awaiting the cool, dampness. Now as November turns fall into winter we begin to settle into the season, yearn for fireplaces and flannels, and melt in the beauty of mists blanketing the valley floor.
Let us toast to the beauty of the changing season, the struggle of transition, and the satisfaction of moving forward.