This time of year always stirs something in me. When the clocks change and the days grow shorter, I can feel a subtle shift — a bit of a pit in my stomach, a sense of discomfort that doesn’t visit me in other seasons. The quiet settles in, the energy shifts inward, and I notice myself resisting it. I’ve always felt most alive in spring and summer — the warmth, the color, the outward energy, my hands in the garden connecting me to the rhythm of life. Fall and winter have carri

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