September... Always A Doorway... Written In The Stars.

September has never been just a month for me. It arrives thick and insistent... A statement month. 

Glossy and self-important like the September issues dropped onto a coffee table...

Weighty enough to bruise your wrist, loud enough to remind you that seasons turn whether you're ready or not. Even it's latte is a statement: cinnamon and nutmeg announcing change within a whisper of froth.

For me, September is always a threshold. A door that swings open.. Or slams shut... And demands that I walk through it.

Twelve years ago, it was September when I left my marriage. Fourteen years ago, it was September when I took the job in NYC that had me living split between weekdays in Manhattan and weekends in Toronto. Fifteen years ago, September sent me to Bikram yoga teacher training, stripping my identity and giving me a taste of living a different path than I was on. Six years ago, I bought my Tucson house in September. And Five years before that, my Encinitas house. And this year, September had me redecorating my house.

Over and over, September insists that I choose.

And here's the part that makes me laugh: my North Node is in Libra. 

My karmic path. My so-called destiny. It is tied to balance, partnership, aesthetics, harmon... themes of Libra season. 

Of course September has always been my axis month. Of course it insist on being loud, dramatic, impossible to ignore. Every September pivot has been one more test in learning how to weight the scales of my life... 

Leaving... Beginning... Relocating... Recalibrating.

The world is chaos. 

Scrolling. Shouting. Unraveling.

But September still presses its weight on me, making me measure, making me decide. Stretching itself long when I want it brief... Collapsing into a blink when I need more time.

Always leaving me changed.

I think that's why I hold onto the rituals. The September issues stacked beside my couch. The pumpkin spice latte in my hand, foam and spice settling into a moment of balance.

They're small but potent proofs that beacty can still belong to us in the churn.

That ritual steadies us when the scales tip.

That cliche comfort is still comfort.

September is always a mirror... Asking me, "What will you choose now?"