This work has been a long one.
A year long one.
It is all about the things that I am made of and the seasonal timing.
A bit of darkness, as we are heading to the dark time of year.
A lesson in growth and cycles as I move in and out of them.
A realization of gray truth like the fog that spreads across my ridge.
I have blogged and shared a bit about this year long work.
I seem to never compensate for the mixed emotions I will have when I embark on any project.
I take them as they come. (feelings that is) The most surprising emotion that showed was satisfaction.
I was startled at myself-truly. Not because I do not experience it in other facets of my life;
I do.
Physically and mentally.
But this was different.
What I created, nourished and brought to the peak, fetch a completeness to a new part of myself.
My life mate calls me an enigma.
He has been in my life since I was 18. (I am now a young 51)
So he knows.
I can be a mystery and I change my mind.
This… because I am intuitive? I think yes. I surmise and I know.
That is what guided me this year.
In my work and the dark.
As my year-long working comes to completion; the whisky, brandy soaked hearts, candles and incense offerings bring a new empathy of my life work.
I know it
I remember it
I live it.
Soon the moon will be full in the season of Samhain and the dead.
This is the time of work under the apple tree and chilly nights.
The next 3 days bring completeness to the last by product of the work.
It sits on the bench under the umbrella of a tree with a candle at midnight.
The goose song has made the pass over the ridge.
The light in the neighboring window is put to rest.
I speak the words that fill my head and sing the song that honors my work.
My stick holds me up as silent companions do.
The damp air of mid October shows itself.
The moon shines thru the branches.
Apple tree asks a favor.
“I will insist”
I say
and it is so.
