This year September has two full moons – can there be more of a symbol of things coming full circle, of endings and new beginnings? It was a good day to spend on the Island, awakened by salt air and whistling grackles. It was a good day to walk on the beach twice, absorbing the healing energy of all those tiny crystals, a good day to let the dog swim in the ship channel chasing egrets, a good day too to visit Betty’s house where Josephine’s window is broken and clumsily boarded up, and finally a good day to sit on the porch at night eating chocolate cake with my friend and see a coyote run diagonally across the park and cut through the intersection towards downtown. We also found a labyrinth on the beach and tried to walk it but couldn’t find the way. Could this day possibly have held more symbols?