I write this on the cusp of the Autumn equinox, the festival of Mabon, the last harvest of the year, kinda like the pagan Thanksgiving! It’s a time of balance too, the light and dark, day and night perfectly matched, before the slide in to Winter.
I look back to the last time I wrote here and more than half a year has passed. It’s the longest I’ve gone since having this blog without writing. I have written, but for myself mostly in journals and sticky notes. I’ve written other things for other people’s blogs, but my heart is here. Which is why I have struggled. I’ve found it hard to share during a time of grieving.
It seems apt that on this eve before the celebration of all that the earth has given us, I open again after a year of loss, but just as the harvest contains the seeds for the new year, so it must go. Fruitful, building anew. A new life… from loved ones passed.
So, thanksgiving, a time for giving gratitude and I do, oh I do, but also a time to look to the balance of our lives. Now, I’m no farmer I leave that job to my BFF, but I look to my life and how rich was my harvest? What can I change for more fruitfulness next year?
I know I crave darker skies, dirt and water, the company of my animals, the song of my friend’s voices and the embrace of my love. The crackle of fire and the smell of woodsmoke wouldn’t go amiss too. Change. OK. Ouch. I believe change to be the only thing we can ever be freakin’ sure of and if we accept, both necessary and empowering, as much as it damn hurts.
A theme of this time of year, that there darkness. The cycle, as the wheel turns, giving thanks for what has gone (or who) and we step down in to Winter, a time of quiet, away from the busyness of Summer to reconnect, readying the seeds for the next cycle.
Blessed thanksgivings to you all. x