I'm always rejuvenated when the season shifts to the colors of autumn and the air turns crisp and cool, signaling harvest time for grapes and grain. Once completed, the earth will fold in on itself to slumber in the darkness of winter and quietly nurture the growth that spring requires. We'd do well to mimic what nature knows so well: times of growth and ceaseless activity must be followed by rest, reflection and renewal. You can't keep harvesting without wearing out the soil. Non-stop action thins our capacity for creativity and wears out the soul. Relish this season.