“It is the glistening autumnal side of summer. I feel a cool vein in the breeze, which braces my thought, and I pass with pleasure over sheltered and sunny portions of the sand where the summer’s heat is undiminished, and I realize what a friend I am losing.” – Henry David Thoreau
We had a long-ish summer, it stayed mostly in the mid to high 70°F range until yesterday, even though this summer was fairly rainy in Western Massachusetts. Autumn seems to have descended in earnest now – our high was 58°F today, and the trees are showering their leaves down in the colder wind.
It’s a great time of year, but it’s hard to let go of the warmer weather.
I’m looking forward to hot cider next to a crackling fire, and carving my jack-o-lantern while listening to spooky stories both old and new.
Jeff Belanger is a great storyteller, and we’ve been watching his New England Legends on Amazon Prime for the last week or so. I don’t like gruesome or super scary stories or movies – and I don’t go to haunted houses or on haunted hay rides anymore. My startle response is too keyed up as it is.
I miss my son when he was young this time of year. We used to have so much fun reading together, making crafts, and going trick-or-treating, of course!
I enjoy Samhain, and all the lore around this time of year when the veil between this world and the spirit world is said to be thinnest.
Honoring my ancestors on All Hallow’s Eve, or Samhain, is going to be a new tradition for me. I am researching rituals for remembering and honoring those who came before (if they deserve honoring – or I can at least acknowledge their contributions in the eventuality that is me, if nothing else).
I will ask the ancestors for release of the pain and trauma from this living world so that I, and all who come after, might bring in more light and love.
So mote it be.