As autumn approaches, I find myself reflecting on the cycles of life. Living in South Florida, the change of seasons isn’t as obvious as it was when I lived farther north. There are no bright red leaves or crisp air to mark the shift. But even here, there’s a subtle change — shorter days, a different light in the sky, a quiet invitation to pause.
Every season has its own rhythm — planting, flourishing, releasing, even moments of stillness. And just as the seasons move, so do we.
For much of my life, I never thought much about purpose at all. I simply did what was expected — worked hard, raised a family, kept moving forward. But now, with age and experience, I see purpose differently. It shifts. It moves in cycles, just as we do.
And maybe you’ve noticed this, too. As one chapter of your life has given way to another, have you ever felt the nudge to ask: What is this season asking me to release?














