Changing Rains

It's raining again, a heavy, clinging rain like those of Autumns always are. It's already gotten so cold here, 2 frosts last week: Mabon has arrived. The energies as of late are so... weighty. Autumn tends to be like that. A hard season of change that demands the waning Solar energies get on with it ...and get out. The Moon also wanes. Perhaps it is these two combined that makes the now so trying. Perhaps dear Jupiter, His back turned to us, is also having an effect.

My optimism, at the moment is fading. There are energies at work that drag and pull, like swimming in a dress. Break free and swim to the surface, or be dragged to the bottom to drown. 

I dreamt of picking four-leaf clovers last night. They were Autumn clovers, changed and thin, drying and cracking. I found three, but then the third one disappeared and I couldn't find it again, though I looked all about.

Old demons cling hardest when you're finally to be free of them for good. Shadows of last Summer are appearing again, digging in their claws, letting their presence be known. Shake 'em loose, just shake 'em loose. The surface is just ahead, shake 'em loose and swim. The Sun is shining just beyond, and four-leaf clovers only grow in the sunshine...