This acorn fell, hit the ground, bounced, and then hit me in the butt. New best friend. Happy Autumn!Autumn sits heavy on the land in the northwoods. There’s a stirring in the air, unsettling, electric. There’s something deep and primal that the changing of the season stirs in us. Even so removed from the land, as many of us are thanks to the qualities of our society, that stirring happens. We find interesting ways to put that unease, that restless to work, different avenues to funnel it into...