I awoke this morning with the blanket snugly wrapped around me, and my bathroom floor was too cool for bare feet for the first time in months. The turning of the year is why I love my New England home: Fallen leaves carpet the brick patio, soup-making is on the agenda. This transition time between seasons calls to my soul, asking me to prepare because it’s time to let go and move on to something new. What is it that I need to know today? I will be quiet and listen.