#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

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to be reading this blog!

Labor Day is one of my favorite holidays–oh, those Labor Day trees, sparkling in the frosty night. Just kidding. I love Labor Day because, for me, it has always been a beginning. I was one of those crazy kids who felt pure delight when school started (equal only to my delight when it ended in June!)–new tablets, new lunchbox (am I dating myself?), new shoes and pencils. Best of all, new books.

I loved that subtle, festive thrill in the autumn air, and the changing leaves. One of the many reasons I have decided to move back to the Northwest. The desert is beautiful, and I will miss it, but I long for those clearly defined seasons. I am a woman, and therefore a creature of cycles–I follow the moon through her monthly dance. It grounds me in a profound way.

On this Labor Day, and hereafter, let us embrace the Mystery. There are so many things we can’t understand. There are losses, certainly, and I’ve been dealing with a little survivor guilt. Still, there is the Mystery. What is this fabulous gift of life? And why were we given it? How is it that, even in the midst of great tragedy and sorrow, the joy is still there, however tremulous and fragile?

Listen for the Mystery. It’s that low hum inside you, an underground river that will carry you forward, through all the twists and turns of your most precious gift: your life.

We are older, sadder and wiser, but we are alive. And that is cause to celebrate.

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