This is the time of year I begin feeling the inner tide of change most strongly. It pulls at the confusing motives within. To long for one path while treading the other is chaotic, even for a gemini. My preparations for migration are underway and stirring up the usual turmoil. I leave all that I love and care for in the hands of fate and an amazing cat/house-sitter. And my family? I devour every experience with the melancholy of pending loss or in this case absence. But my adrenaline surges at the approaching of another departure bringing love and affection, intimacy and practice. I am forever anticipating the change which comes with the passing of night into day into night once again. These separate lives kept separate by means outside of my control. I reside in the places in between coming and going, feeling un-tethered and giddy, almost breathless. I am not sure where it will go or how it will change. I just know it will. So for now I hold on.