As we move deeper into fall in upstate NY, I am feeling the cooler air and seeing the beautiful fall leaves slowly drift away. I find myself thinking of winter. Preparing for the icy chill and the passing of another year, I am moving into the reflection time that often calls me at this time of year and asking what I’ve learned in 2018. In particular, asking what has been important for me to wrestle with this year, struggle with and embrace. Of course, as our son gets older, my husband and I are deep in cycles of letting go and embracing the new. The shift from infant to toddler time came fast and what it has called out in us as parents and as partners has required us to go deep in our emotional wells. I am learning, and I realize that as I prepare for my upcoming birthday, I am ready to recommit to the practices that serve me so well and encourage me to nourish myself: dancing, writing, meditating, visioning and praying. These are anchor practices for me. They remind me of who I am and what I am about, when I’m not doing these I find myself feeling adrift and unsure. I feel grateful for the pockets of time that allow me to reconnect and remember through these anchor practices. And I am grateful that I am looking squarely into the end of another beautiful and complex year on this earth and in this body.