Autumn completes herself as she fades more and more into the dark and quiet of this last month’s hours. It is the way of all living things…A way of living passes. Sacred traditions mark the change. Some celebrate the everlasting evenscent, while others mark great events that punctuate history. Stars, night, silence, and time become the background for musing and meditation, What moves everything?” we ask. It is a question better answered by wonder than by reason…To know the secret of the night, we learn how to sit with the darks inside us until they yield what someone has called ” the transcending third.”