Fall... the harvest moon, halloween, the transition of seasons. There is something magical and mysterious about this time of year that brings me to an acute sense of awareness. I'm actually vibrating at a higher frequency. I have had some of my fondest memories during this time of year.

Three years ago, this time of year - planning thanksgiving party in Nice with other Americans and inviting the Europeans to celebrate overeating and festivity. Standard fare, with a special appearance from Babcia's chicken soup.

Last year around this time - learning to surf on a thick, green piece of foam known as the green goblin... road trips around the island in my maui cruiser known as ducka-ducka, named after the sound it makes going over bumps... poi fire dancing, my first successful turn surfing, and an audience to see it... priceless. Sushi was my contribution to thanksgiving dinner in Maui.

This year, I'm celebrating the bird-day with my extended family in the East Bay. I will enjoy being once again surrounded by the familiar sounds of a Polish household, enjoying the indulgence that comes with every holiday.

I recently discovered that my name is celebrated on the 5th of November in France. (Christmas eve is my name day in Poland)