Returning to the Beginning

Time is cyclical. We see it in the phases of the moon as she journeys back to fullness every 28 days. In the predictable rotation of Earth and her orbit causing seasons to change, to usher in our time of falling away, closing in and for me, looking back. Each fall I find myself in this state of revisiting grief.

I allow myself to release

The cool air seduced us to turn off the AC and enjoy the fresh breeze as we drove through the South Valley this morning. That’s when it struck me. That smell unique to New Mexico that signals the end of summer. Roasting green chile. It’s a scent that stops Burqueños in our tracks and compels an audible, “MMMMM.” A smell that grounds us and reminds us of our place in the world. It’s that smell that reminds me that change is coming.