Samhain always leaves me feeling restless. The stark altar, mementos of our Dead, promise that all must pass firstly that which cannot be sustained. Never fails to unnerve me. But, this year was not as bad as last. Last year the three Harvests each required a sacrifice, this year they merely brought reminders, sort of a Universal nod acknowledging that we gave, suffered, and that it is still time to move on: naught more need be given now but effort.
It's strange, when you finally find yourself no more at a crossroads, no more faced with choices, decisions, just the path laid straight before you. It makes you falter. All the time spent in unsurity, to now know what needs to be done and to merely need only to do it.... I'm at a loss for words. Ah, I'm complaining of knowing what to do. lol
The way magick works, when the Witch wishes to accomplish something, they send the energy out there, give the Universe a nudge, then withdraw and wait. It is the same when the Universe brings about a change. The energy is sent out, patterns changed, we are given a nudge, but then the Universe and the energy withdraw, and we are left to do the work --to keep the ball rolling.
That's where I'm at right now. The push was given, the energy built, the inspiration filled me and I know exactly what I have to do. But...
In closing, my darling son will be 5 years old tomorrow. Happy Birthday, Titus, my sweet darling boy!!!
Throwing the Bones