The wheel of life turns. Summer passes and autumn beckons. This is true within and without. In the autumn of the year and my life I am uncovering new and/or buried truths, turning once again. Strangely (or perhaps not strange at all?) I am called back to this line from the poet Mary Oliver, “When it is all over, I want to say all my life I was a bride married to amazement.” What does it mean to be married to amazement? How can we retain this essence regardless of season of life as well as heartbreak and hope, and what do we receive when we do?