• Belated Samhain reflections

    Samhain blessings everyone!

    Ghosts, witches, goblins, and all things scary were out in abundance last night. The jack o’lanterns were lit, the candy was doled out, and the night was filled with lights, laughter, and a gentle fall of autumnal rain. Welcome Halloween, and the opportunity to play, pig-out, and celebrate the end of the harvest season.

    Flip the coin, and we have Samhain: a time to honor our Ancestors, travel between worlds, and decorate altars with offerings, photos, and sacred ties of connection.  Again, we celebrate the harvest, all that we have received, and the turning of the Wheel.  Now do we enter into the Dark Night, and a time of introspection, darkness, solitude, rest, and shadow-work.

    Currently, I’m ill with a head-cold, don’t have much energy, am tired and grumpy, and am dreading winter.  Probably should explore that dread in-depth if I want to be practicing what I preach.  Yeah?  When I can think a little more clearly.

    The summer was abundant, with no drought, but I noticed that I became a bit “bleh” with managing the garden, and observed that some things have gone to waste.  Hmmm…what’s that all about?  Got distracted by household renovations, Autumn arrived, I noticed that the start of the school year had been stressful, again, regarding a tween with attitude.  Lots of energy was poured into navigating child-teacher conflicts and the angst of a budding teen.  Grow, child, just not too fast.

    My country is in turmoil, invalidation is rampant, #Metoo, predators, and self-care in the face of trauma are at the top of most people’s list. Our President’s hatred and divisiveness is poisoning everything, and we’ve seen a rampant increase in racism, and hatred in general.  I’ve also seen a high level of reactivity without growth, and people becoming bubbling, festering wounds; re-traumatizing themselves, and those they were trying to educate or help.

    What does this have to do with Samhain?  Shadow-work people.  Shadow-work.  What needs to be addressed that hasn’t been?  What darkness is within us that needs to be brought forth and examined?  What needs to be ripped out and composted?  What needs to be put to rest so that renewal can happen and life can begin again?  What pain needs to be validated and healed?   What do you need to let go of.  Blood, sweat, and tears….let it go.   Rest, heal, reflect, learn, and move towards tomorrow.  Towards new seeds, growth, and the potential for joy and life.


  • Autumn has arrived

    Well, hello Autumn!  We had another hot and dry summer, and suddenly we’re having 40s at night and mild days.  The leaves have started to don their autumn colors, and much of the garden has been harvested.  The deer have invaded and are munching the apples, with the squirrels and unnamed rodents having tunneled throughout the lawn.

    Autumn in Maine is a beautiful time, though I’m having some difficulty being mindful of the season as I know it’s a precursor to winter.  I don’t like our winters 🙁

    Autumn, and the equinox are my favorite time of the year.  Yes, it’s my birthday, but my focus is more on the sensory experience which are so vibrant right now: the fiery colors, the luscious smells of apples, spice, pumpkins, corn, and the yummy odor of fried foods coming from the local fairgrounds. There’s a crispness to the air, with the days comfortable, and the nights spent around bonfires or snuggled up in a soft sweater or blanket.  The crickets have chirped for the past month, and now they’re accompanied by night-time hooting from owls.

    Whether you call this season Mabon, Harvest Home, or the Equinox, may it bring many wonderful treasures to you.  May you find balance, light, and warmth, as the nights become cooler.

  • Lammas

    Whelp…it’s Lammas.

    Not sure how I feel about that, as it also emphasizes that the harvest season is here, and that means…Winter is coming!    I really don’t like winter.  It seems to last forever, kicks my butt and brings on the depression.

    Regardless.  It’s Lammas, and while it’s been hot and humid way too often, we’ve had a wonderful summer.  The garden has grown well, there’s lots of beautiful color,  smells, and fresh veggies and fruit are always a wonderful thing.  I appreciate that I have land where I can make a direct connection to the earth, Herself.  I can sink my toes and fingers into the soil, hear all the seasonal noises (currently crickets), enjoy the sun and moonbeams, and have privacy.

    The season has been filled with lots of events, even if I don’t attend all of them.  Holistic fairs, the start of Pagan Pride gatherings, Lammas festivals, bonfires, and autumnal preparations.  I’ll be attending Pagan Community Day on Saturday, which gives me a chance to see familiar faces, offer support as MPCA president, and enjoy some music and workshops.   The kiddo has a month-long visit with his father, which gives me some much needed rest from active parenting.  The kiddo enters junior high this year, which will present new, as well as old, challenges.

    So…Lammas.  First harvest.  Reaping what our actions have manifested: continued good health, connection with the land, changes in the work-setting, becoming more cognizant of issues needing attention, and learning how to navigate new challenges.

    A blessed Lammas to All!