I'm craving yin the way a newborn craves milk.

Despite the toasty weather and the triple digits that the Tri-Valley has been experiencing lately, fall is officially here as of today, and with it, so many seasonal changes are afoot. The evenings creep earlier now, and kabocha stew will soon be simmering on the stove. The Pumpkin Fairy has officially waved her wand over the aisles of Trader Joe's, and soon the watermelon bins will be replaced by pumpkins and squash. The headlamp is charged for the early morning/evening runs, and I've unpacked the long-fingered gloves and arm warmers in preparation for the chillier bike rides.

I'm digging it.

I'm excited to trade the sleeveless tanks for scarves and knee-high boots that have been hiding in the back of my closet, and light the apple cinnamon spiced candles and read good books underneath a warm blanket to the fireside's glow. I've noticed the subtle shift of my mood and how it follows the seasons- I find it's true how nature plays a role in our physical and emotional states.

According to traditional Chinese medicine, there is a connection between autumn, the Metal element, and the large intestines and lungs, and there is natural tendency to turn even more inward and reflective as we embrace root vegetables, hot soup, flickering candles, and everything else that embodies this season of yin.

So if you are anything like me, and find you have a tendency to feel even more quiet and thoughtful and nostalgic and maybe a little reminiscent and even just a tad bit melancholy, just recognize that it's just Autumn, saying hello, and taking off her shoes and putting down her jacket in your house since she'll be staying awhile.

So invite her in, throw a kettle on the stove, and light the fireplace. And don't forget the pumpkin bread. Welcome, Fall.