Welcoming October. The month of transition. That season when the barrier between the temporal and the infinite is at its thinnest. In the drifting light of dusk the imagination tends to run a bit more wild, with the unknown scurrying in the shadows, as the heart rebuilds its courage to get through the lengthening nights. It’s the month of Samhain - Halloween - of anticipated change but also of hope of what can be when we learn to let go and simply let our spirits dance in the natural joy of the harvest and relish in the light of bonfires, moonlight and jack-o-lanterns. I am thankful.