This walking path is a few minutes from our house. The carpet of fallen leaves, the brilliant golds and reds against the blue sky and black trunks delights me more this year than any I can remember, reminding me of impermanence and the preciousness of every moment. As I leave summer behind and move into fall and winter, I look forward to three retreats where I will be able to be with some of you in the flesh—one in California, and two in Costa Rica. These filled very quick