Well, here in New England fall’s traditional blazing colors are quickly becoming a fading memory, as the open leafless forests reveal themselves once again and lie in wait for winter’s coming blanket of snow to cover the queendom.

Woodpiles still need to be covered, and garlic is yet to be planted, but beyond that, all is almost ready for me to pack my bags and hit the road again to points West: heading to the Pacific Northwest to sing for a friend’s birthday party in Seattle, and then sing my way down my favorite coast through the month of November.

The past months have been a bit of a blur, filled with more loss and emotion than I can easily recount. Still, the depth–and consistency–of the blessings that imbue my life are too obvious and nourishing to miss. Among them, that I get to spend so much time singing and making sweet music both with friends known and those I am lucky to meet as life continues to miraculously unfold.

That said, I must finish packing for the flight, and covering woodpiles, so that the next round of devotional adventures can begin…