Autumn contains the quiet times. Our world slows down a bit. Reflection and thought are more easily accessible. Hope is turned to more frequently. Pumpkins and Pumpkin Spice haunt our dreams and we think of loved ones who have passed from us. The joy that they brought us and the seeming assurance that it was always going to be as it was in our most splendid times together.

Some have money and plenty of it. They tell us to do as they have done and act as they act and we too will be rich. Others have power and authority and know that they are God’s gift…they assume. Still, others preach to us and demand that we believe their doctrine and respect their arduous study and their personal pipeline to heaven.

We yearn to understand. We feel the hope of the unseen. Peace is our welcome companion. Our ‘Betters’ say to us, ‘Follow me and I will lead you…you know that you require a leader,’ while we hear an inner voice that is a still small wind and it comforts us in our distress.

Detective is our profession and mystery is our vocation. What is beyond the veil? Is death simply God’s Other Door and when we walk through it…we will understand the Secret?