This season has been a glorious riot of color,
of tying up loose ends,
of hugging and loving,
and gently though decisively moving forward.
Quickly the weather turned chilly
with each warmish or sunny day now a special joy.
Winter is coming,
gather sticks, chop wood, harvest flowers and seeds.
Hummingbirds and Butterflies finally gone,
Each still blooming flower a gift,
each leaf falling like petals.
Putting up what we can, sharing what is left.
This is the time when we feel the transitions deeply;
we've been putting out dumb suppers since it first got cold.
Spirits who pass through here are welcome
to eat and drink and be safe.
The visual intensity of autumn
distracts us from the loss of summer
while tossing us toward the darkness.
Do not be afraid,
there is brightness even in endings.
Cycles of change
from one to the next
endlessly onward
and back again.
the first two weeks of September,
when there was finally rain and then greening
and feeling close to ok
by Equinox.
The heavy exhaustion lingering,
dragging us to re-balance,
slowing us down
like the gardens
into the space
for next year's seeds to grow.
Pics from ritual and any notes (or thoughts)
not necessarily in order
The insistent and present conversations of many different birds.
so much food
lots of pie
all in good time
easy easy easy
gentle balance
mimosas and mead
cheese and not-cheese
lots of flowers
lots of smoke
lots of big fire
easy letting go
easy new beginnings
group fire effort
transformation
by smoke
tears
grumbling bellies and farts and burps
still lots of monarchs and a few hummingbirds
dragonflies & cicadas & crickets
everything through the lens
of congested tired head and then
the smoke
washing face and lungs
with smoke
and spirit
the(COVID)breath of fire
SO MANY BIRDS
Our Omens
from the Honored Dead: Ehwaz, the horse -the sense of empowerment but partnership with a living thing
from the Spirits of Nature and Place: Fehu, the fee-what things cost and payment
from the Gods and Goddesses:Laguz, the lake-that which we draw up from and refreshing yourself, vitality from the ground water, from what is below
for the Season: Eiwaz, the yew, the spindle around which all life spins, the interconnection between life and death and living, resilient turning
ultra comfortable
not awkward
open and clear
"not to say that everything is supposed to be easy, but it is nice when it is."
light refreshing rain on the day after
easing into life
gently
colder weather is coming
get ready
secure harvests
shine light
Bless the waters
let there be enough without floods
let things be nourished
without being destroyed
we were 10
all family
all regulars
even the new folks
or the ones who hadn't been here in a while
easy catching up
easy gathering
very nice
ready set go
