In a time of fading light, we gather. As the air grows cooler, though not as cool as the Thanksgivings of my childhood, before the wrecking of the world began to catch us and shake us, we gather.
With the garden faded, and the last of the harvest in jars or in the fragile keeping of a refrigerator, we gather.
Can we embrace this quiet, this scarcity? Can we find stillness in a season marked by the ferocity of others buying what they do not need?
And yet we gather. Friends and family, waiting for the sun to return.
For me, that is enough on one of the rare nights (ever more rare, each year!) that grows truly cold, cold enough to remind us that we are not truly the Lords of Creation.
Yet to gather is enough and, as we discover the simple blessings of warmth, food, company, and laughter, we give thanks.
May you all find light amid the fading, until the light returns.
Tags: Samhain