Some people don't like the shortening days and longer nights that the Fall season brings to be. I, for one, enjoy this time of year. It excites me with the cooler weather, crisp, sharper colors of nature, and scents of freshness all around. Autumn is a sharp reminder that life changes, from sunny outdoor playtime to friendly home gatherings in the colder times, (depending on where you live & the chill factor) - life moves from glory of summer nature colors and slowly to the beauty of fall, and then the starkness of later winter time. For a pagan, Wicca and witch it is a time of reflection of what has been (elders honored), to the harsh reality that cooler time might bring in life, (keep our children fed & warm) to the dream time of tomorrow (long dark nights, early bed.) The change of seasons is a reminder of how life too, changes as should we. Autumn is a reminder that all things need to change to cast off that which is no longer growing and in that fallow time to come, is new dreams and thoughts to be renewed in the future. Here are some more thoughts;
The gold, orange, rust, deep and lighter shades of red and dark brows of the autumn leaves excite my imagination and bring joy to my heart. The sweet clear air, crisper today than yesterday, reminds me that change is in the air. Nightfall descends before I finish cleaning my horse paddock; I pat each big friend saying I'll return soon. Together we look up as the sun dips lower, taking away the summer nights we spent in the hills, I smile, and they move closer to me. They too sensing that soon the nights will chill and rain will fall and they will huddle against the winds. A dash of thrill in my deep belly as I image the sparks of fires keeping my hearth warm, the arms of my dear sweet lover as we giggle and shiver in the long dark nights, to come. This blessed time, so dear to me, closer each day, as father sun dips earlier and the mother moon joins me sooner in my dreamy adventures. The rustling of the autumn leaves comforts my psyche as I touch the goddess of dream time fingertips as she beckons me to enter nightfall. Blessed be.
My novel, The Skye in June is about acceptance and reconciliation; religion and non-judgment, immigrants and new lives, the early days of the Haight/Ashbury '60's and the affects upon a religious family in San Francisco.
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