This morning, I feel the change--Autumn is creeping in on Summer's kingdom.

When I roll over to silence my morning wake-up alarm, the room is still dark. The sun is getting lazier. It's had a busy season.

I feel the same.

I've been having a love affair with Summer 2016. Every last drop of it. I've spent it in Vegas, in Palm Springs, in the ocean, on the sand, in my coffee shop, in my home, on my bike, in my running shoes, on my mat.

In.my.heart.

I've been giving myself permission, this summer, to let go of routine, habit, discipline, and just follow wherever my heart wants to take me. To feel all the feelings. On a daily basis.

I've been cultivating a deep sense of joy, power, and satisfaction.

And it feels good.

But this morning, the change in weather. There's a chill in the morning air. I reach for a blanket that's gone untouched for months. I walk into the next room, sit myself onto my mediation cushion, rub my eyes, get one last groggy yawn out, and light an almost used up stick of palo santo.

Change is coming, and I need to soften myself to the idea of it. Adapt. Allow.

Letting go of the early sunrises; the brownness of my skin; the warm, warm water; the California nights (whose magic escapes adequate description); the freedom to BE--nearly unclothed--natural, wild, earthy, connected.

Today, I simultaneously cherish the magnificence of my Power Season, and prepare to move forward, into a gentler, more grounded Autumn.

With the palo santo lit, I draw a new Medicine Card--"Antelope," ACTION--and I meditate on what it means to focus on the here-and-now moment, and how to use it, in whatever season, to make my dreams come true.