Here in Massachusetts, autumn is in full swing. Leaves are falling, the air is crisp, and apple-cider donuts are everywhere.

It’s my favorite time of year – always has been. Something in the air changes and it’s not just the temperature. It’s as if the world gets just a little more magical.

With the arrival of fall, the energy shifts and the veil thins. What felt like a wall between us and the other side becomes more fluid, giving us greater access to our ancestors and the unseen.

As a medium, I do feel like spiritual “traffic” picks up this time of year. Just the other day my dad – gone since May of 2022 – dropped in to wish me a happy birthday. I don’t directly hear from him a lot, but I am sure the thinning veil helped that happen.

Throughout many cultures, autumn is a time for honoring ancestors and the stories that came before us. Connecting with my own ancestral lines has become a vital part of my spiritual practice.Every time I trace a thread backward, I feel that larger ancestral story unfolding – a reminder that our lives are chapters inside something bigger and ongoing.

Maybe that’s the real magic of this season… a conscious relationship with the story that holds us all.

The ones our ancestors began, the ones we’re still telling, and the ones that will outlive us. Each retelling (through ritual, memory, or imagination) brings us closer, reminding us that we’ve never really separate.