I have personally always been captivated by the Winter season. It is during this time that we are truly reminded of our frailty, our mortality. The chilling cold grips us, tears into us, felt bone deep. All thoughts are ripped away and we can only stand there and shiver, not so much from the cold, but from the chilling reminder of what it means to be human. None of it matters, everything we've accomplished, everything we have, it can all be taken away in an instant. Priorities become clear as the ice that grips the land. The cold reminds of us our connections, that we are a part of this land, and that all we really have are the people around us.
The children sleep, exhausted from another marathon Trick or Treat run. A one-eyed Jack o' Lantern flickers at me from the table and I find my thoughts everywhere. The children sang their song for tonight, not together, though. Atticus was shy and would only sing if I held his hand, by that time Titus had been long distracted by rolling around on the floor. So, I stood next to him, and he sang the first verse of the song we came up with for Samhain.
The winds have been unrelenting today. It was evident weeks ago that Stribog had turned back gentle Zypheros, but He seems keen on making His presence especially felt today.
Samhain is just days away and I can't help but be excited, but I'm also a little apprehensive as well. The focus on this Sabbat has always been more so on the transition, the change, but this year the emphasis can only be on endings. This year has been difficult for so many reasons. There have been massive changes brought to our lives, including the passing of several loved ones.
Last night, I had to run outside for a bit, and I was surprised that not only could I smell the approach of Winter, but I could clearly feel it, too. And, lo and behold, this morning everything was frosted over!
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