Hello dear friends,

Can you feel it?  August flew all about us, generating great, big gusts of wind in her trails. Here in Philadelphia, it's been uncharacteristically cool and windy, though internally I feel great alignment with the weather outside. This time of year – the transition between the end of summer and the beginning of fall, has always had all the powerful qualities of change and regeneration. Wait for what is green right now to turn into a bright and probing yellow. Watch the air – which was full of water just a month ago – turn crisp and sure of itself. As the winds of autumn swirl in these last days of summer, inviting us to take a leap into our next season, I’ve been feeling a lot of my desires – the ones that hung wet and heavy under summer’s humid gaze – turn into fuller versions of themselves. As I recently learned from poet Alexis Pauline Gumbs, Oya is the Yoruba goddess of wind and transformation. In the Yoruba tradition, wind stands in for both destruction and creation … which to me is just another way of saying change. God is change, Octavia Butler reminds us. “The only everlasting truth”.

I can feel my dreams swirling all about me, ready to take form. I have home dreams, and travel dreams, and creative business dreams, and friendship dreams all waiting for me on the other side.