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A Season of Gathering

September always feels like a turning point. The air shifts, the light softens, and suddenly there’s this invitation to pause. After months of growth and expansion, I find myself craving grounding, wanting to gather what has come through, to honor the work I’ve done, and to align myself with what feels most true moving forward.


This month, I keep thinking about harvest, not just in the literal sense, but in the ways we each collect the fruits of our inner seasons. The earth has held every seed we’ve planted, nurturing them quietly beneath the surface until they were ready to grow. And in the same way, we’ve each been carrying our own seeds: intentions, dreams, small acts of courage. September is the time to notice what has taken root, what is ready to be gathered, and what we’re ready to lay down.


For me, that looks like sifting through the lessons of the last few months. What strength have I built? What clarity has surfaced? What breakthroughs feel worth carrying forward? And just as importantly, what can I release, composting it back into the soil of possibility?


I feel a deep gratitude this time of year, for the steadiness of the ground, for the cycles that remind me to trust timing, and for the wisdom that comes from simply staying present.


As I step into the changes that are on the horizon, I want to do so with direction and intention, not rushing, but aligning. September feels like a moment to breathe, to ground, to honor both the earth and ourselves for all we’ve been holding.


Maybe you’re feeling that too. So I’ll leave you with a few questions I’ve been sitting with:

  • What have you grown that is ready to be harvested?

  • Where do you feel more aligned than you did at the start of the summer?

  • And what are you ready to release back into the earth with gratitude?


Here’s to September, a month of gathering, grounding, and moving forward with clarity.


Happy Gathering xoxo

 
 
 

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