To everything there is a season. The time of major change and transition is occurring. I spent the past week in renovation. The exterior of the building is going through an update and over the Labour Day weekend I was behind a plywood bedroom window and only a plastic and tarp in the living room to buffer me from the outside noise. This put me in my usual observant mood. I teach and I know that everything in our life is reflected in our internal world. This is what I found out about myself. Our home represents our minds. What’s my story in this transition? I know that I keep.