Tonight, beneath the Harvest Moon, I’m thinking about what it really means to gather in our own harvest. The things we’ve grown, the storms we’ve survived, the people we love and the stuff we’re finally ready to stop carrying. As Nick, Presley and I head off for a night beneath the dark skies, I’m embracing a little Pagan wisdom, a lot of gratitude and one simple thought: perhaps Autumn isn’t just about watching nature let go. Maybe it’s our invitation to do the same.