These last four months of the year go together as beginning, harvest, fruition, celebration, and rest.

I feel myself in the pause as though just being is enough.   Last night I sat outside with the stars and crescent moon.  During the day, I sat under a maple tree looking up.  This morning seeing light arrive later, I light within.  I am candle, illumination, trust.

Rumi:

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.