The Turning of the Season

Last night was wild: an equinox portal, a lunar eclipse, and an earthquake, three cosmic events woven together in a single evening. I don’t know exactly what it means, but I know what it feels like: powerful, undeniable, like the earth itself is shaking us awake.

As I sit with it, I can’t help but reflect on this past summer. A season of growth, expansion, horizons stretching further than I thought possible. It was a time of learning how to accept love, to stand in the mirror and whisper, “You are enough.” And to actually believe it.

Now, the wheel turns. We step into the harvest season, gathering what we’ve planted, carrying forward the lessons, the friendships, the joy, the heartbreak. I feel myself beginning a new life all over again, not from scratch, but from experience.

Part of that experience is preparing to leave a city that has held me, challenged me, and launched me to heights I didn’t think I could reach. San Francisco has been my teacher, cradling me in her fog, mirroring my shadows, guiding me toward my light. She will always have a piece of my heart. This, I’m learning, is non-attachment: to let go with grace, trusting that this city will always be here to meet us where we are, to give what we’re ready for.

At 32, I feel like I’ve lived many lifetimes already. Each chapter closing into another. This one, I close with gratitude. Gratitude for the communities I’ve been lucky enough to cultivate. Gratitude for the version of myself I discovered here, and for the love I feel for him now.

Two mantras are guiding me into this next season:

• Show me how easy it can be.

• I run towards, not away.

The earth shakes, the moon shadows, the seasons turn, and here I am, still becoming, still learning, still saying yes.