The imagery and symbolism of fall have paralleled almost comically with that of my internal world. I've mentioned before that I've been going to therapy, and it has proven to be healing and revealing. There's beauty that comes with the changing of the colors in fall, but it's only a precursor to what is to come. The releasing, the shedding of oneself. I've been asking myself lots of challenging questions lately, and for many of them I don't yet have answers. I'm searching for my place in this world, in my world, in my creative passions, in my relationships. And as I write this I realize that it would make sense that I don't have answers yet. Between fall (shedding) and spring (growing) is winter, and as the snow literally blows around me today the only logically thing I can think to do is to embrace this "season." To see the beauty in the quiet stillness, and to cozy up inside both literally and figuratively.