Tonight, I've managed to be both well-rested and in a good mood. These two things have not happened at the same time since the third week of August. They are feeding each other, my body rest allowing my mood to rise, my mood rising sparking my body to action and thought. In an hour and a half, I'll go to bed, as I plan to do each night religiously, and get eight hours again.

It's been a long time, it has. And I sorely long to be back in this place of writing and of creatively expressing. But I'll come back to it slowly. Now that fall has arrived, the crisp snap of the air plucks the shortened rays of sunlight, the shadows feast and the last harvest sends the god to ground. I'm happy with the fall. I love the autumn time. It's a period of high energy and connection, and I plan to ride it back to practice.

It's time now for the making of promises and goals, the yearly ritual that comes again just a few weeks after my spiritual retreat at Lake Crescent. And as I stand here, at the brink of a journey that requires belief in the other world, that needs full immersion into possibility, it's time to be a Wolf. For the next phase of my life shamanically will be a return to the Wolf Tribe, my work in that area beginning very soon, my connection back to my power totem crucially necessary for what's ahead.

But that's a thicker topic than the night allows. For now, thank you to drshorn for his amazing driving ability in getting us from Columbus, Ohio to Toronto and back. My memories are of one of the best concerts I've seen in many years. My days away were thoughtful and eventful. Now I want to put paws to earth and stir up some magic.