October has always felt like home to me. The air turns tender, the light softens, and everything, sky, field, and heart, seems to breathe a little slower. It was my mom’s favorite month, and maybe that’s why I feel her presence in the quiet moments, when the wind shifts and the evening sun lays gold across the pasture.

The Hunter’s Moon will rise soon, bright and sure. My mom always pointed it out, saying it was a reminder to pause and look up. Even now, that same moon feels like a soft nudge from her, steady and full of grace.

As I prepare for my upcoming art show, I feel that same October energy guiding me. Each sculpture is grounded in the season’s earthy calm, rooted in spirit, inspired by nature, and shaped by gratitude.

October is a month of remembering and creating, of letting go and beginning again. And under that luminous moon, I can’t help but feel my mom smiling, proud and near.

Until next time, be kind to each other.

xoxo

Cindy

1 peter 3:9