Category: Seasonal Reflections
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The winter solstice marks the longest night and the turning point toward the return of light. Across cultures and centuries, this threshold has been honoured as both an ending and a beginning. As a time of stillness, clarity, and renewal. In the hush of winter, we find wisdom in the dark and hope in the…
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The Weight of Winter Winter once carried a very different weight. Today we string lights, sip mulled wine, and call it a wonderland. But for our ancestors, the season was a threshold of survival. Long nights, dwindling food stores, and biting cold carried the real possibility of death from starvation, illness, or exposure. Folklore rose…
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The full moon has always drawn our gaze. She rises, luminous and constant, a celestial companion who has journeyed with us for centuries. To look upon her silvery face as she arcs across the night sky is to know that I am seeing the same moon my ancestors once beheld, and in that knowing, I…
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Between the Worlds: A Samhain Reflection At this threshold of the year, I find myself standing on a bridge—between the old and the new, the living and the dead, the ancient and the modern. Samhain, Calan Gaeaf, Halloween… whatever name we give it, this time carries a deep pulse of transition. I honour my ancestors…
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The Hush of October October arrives with a mist shrouded hush. The trees begin their slow surrender, letting go leaf by leaf and I too feel the call to release before rooting deeper. This is the month I dedicate to autumn clearing — not just of my home, but of my habits, my thoughts and…
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Equinox as Threshold: Inanna’s Pause and the Balance Before Descent There is a moment in the turning year when the Earth holds its breath. Day and night meet as equals, and the sun stands poised above the equator. This is the autumn equinox—a fleeting moment of balance before the descent into darkness. In myth, this…
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Crimson Cloaked She Rises Where I live, the moon rises from behind a mountain. In autumn, when the nights draw in and the air carries a hush, you can see its light before you see its face—an eerie glow seeping through mist and breeze, as if the land itself remembers. On eclipse night, that glow…
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Foraging as Family Ritual At the cusp of August’s golden hush and September’s soft descent, we return to the hazel groves. It’s a quiet ritual now—me, my husband and children—stooping beneath the leaf-shadow to gather nuts. They pocket them eagerly, cracking shells with delight along the way. I don’t eat them myself. For me, it’s…
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After a winter of long days spent couped up, we long for the expansiveness of the ocean and the coastline.She calls to us—young and old alike. Children squeal with delight as they splash in and out of the wave’s edge, their laughter accompanied by the cacophony of gulls floating on the gentle breeze above the…
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The Earth Breathes in Gold The grass is all golden now—parched from the summer sun, it sways in the meadows and scatters its seed freely. The birds know. They come to feast on this offering, just as they do in my garden where fallen grass seed awaits them. The roses have spent their bloom and…
