Nov 1st marks the end of Hurricane season
The end of hurricane season, the beginning of the pagan new year, on the verge of losing my mother and meeting my child.
My two big toenails lost to 12 hours of moon boots last Mardi Gras are finally growing back.
Things are happening – we have ended a cycle and are beginning a new one.
Our lives feel like something big is about to burst on the scene and yet we are relegated to having no control over what happens next except with the possibility of being open to it.