In October I sit under the bold leafy umbrella of my spirit tree, seeking refuge and renewal from the noise of everyday life. If I am mindful and listen carefully, it is here the Earth Mother may share her stories and truths with me. On this day the timeless march of the seasons was foretold as a soft breeze touched my cheek. From above, a single yellow maple leaf loosened its grip and performed its last dance as it fell to the earth to lie by my feet. Change is on the way.