Living in my small corner of the Shennandoah reminds me how wonderful change really is.  In the 4 years that I have been absent from this part of the world, I have forgotten how perfect the first two weeks of September are.

With the full moon only 2 days away, the magic of the east coast is near it’s full potency.   Last night I stood in the street and just soaked in the beauty of everything.  The soft, very cool breeze played lazily through the clear, dry night, and the moon made everything glow with a soft blue light.  The last three nights have been like this, and I expect for the next week and a half to be about the same.

As I settle into and develop my new routine, and try to adjust to the inconvenience and unpleasantness of change, my little valley reminds me that there is beauty to be found in the death of a time, place, or era.  I am curious how many people are able to be so preoccupied with  life that the miss the perfection of this time of year completely.

Autumn is near, and I anticipate the beautiful, fiery death of the blue ridge mountains as eagerly as I look forward to my own small change of season.


New Job

I started a new job today. I am blessed to be employed, and I’m very grateful for the income. I actually have so much recently to be grateful for, that I am at a loss at where to start! I will organize my thoughts and share them soon, I promise. (Moving is STILL stressful, in-case you were wondering. )