The leaves and apples litter my garden, the spirit of winter is drawing near while the trees have transformed into golden glory. There’s a pumpkin on the doorstep and a celebration to be done. It must be Samhain.
The wheel of the year turns, spiralling time onwards through the seasons. The wildness of winter awaits.
A time of completion and a time to start reflecting, making plans and healing, or dying for now is a time of death for some and for others a time to remember those who went before.
We move through life as if we are the most important thing in the world, but we are just extras in a wild spiral dance.
We can either fight and consume nature or we dance to the tune of the wild earth.
So let’s dance, blessings to you all.