Living on the pacific west coast of Canada, is like living in a kind of northern rainforest. During the winter months it can rain for weeks on end, day after day without sunlight.
When I first moved here I felt like I was living in a constant chapter of "Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day." Some people get very depressed when the rains come, and others fly away to sunny and exotic places, and as for me, well, I normally prepare for another kind of journey.
The kind of journey I begin now requires no airplane or jet lag, no trains, planes, or boats of any kind. No, this journey I speak of, goes in and down. The suitcases I pack are metaphorical and they are filled with good books to read, blank pages to draw upon, colored pens to write with, cozy sweaters to wear, woolen shawls to wrap around, soft fuzzy hats to keep the warmth in, warm boots for walking on the muddy forest trails, hot spicy teas in potted mugs to hold and sip, hand quilted blankets to dream under, musical instruments to play, friends to sing and dance with, candles to keep vigil in the darkness.
Yes, indeed, we are moving into the dark time of year, with the Celtic celebration of Samhain just a day away to mark this sacred transition of seasons, both internal and external.
I have always loved this time of year. I appreciate and cherish the dark season, as it gives me permission to rest and dream. Winter's darkness is not a kind of darkness that I am afraid of. Instead I find this seasons darkness nourishes and soothes, it rocks and holds me like a loving mother.
As I light my candles this dark and wet morning, in honour of my ancestors, I give thanks to this sacred time. Each flame burns in honor of the mystery; of the magical beginnings stirring in the darkness, deep beneath the surface. Now, at this time of year, I find it is easier to recognize that death and rebirth are two parts of the same whole.
Samhain Blessings to all of you~
(and to my blog friends in Australia, well, Happy Summer Solstice!~ I think)
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