Saturday was the end of the Celtic year: Samhain.
This seasonal festival marks the end of one annual cycle in nature and the start of a new.
I spent it at my happy place: down on the beach for sunrise drinking cacao with two of my besties.
Afterwards I took down the furnishings from the beach hut, giving thanks for all it has provided this season, and readied it for winter.
I arrived back home lunchtime to find a home-cooked meal awaiting. We three (hubbie, daughter and I) spent the afternoon curled up on the sofa watching Bedknobs and Broomsticks and eating baked goods.😋 Then we lit our pumpkin and played hide and seek in the garden with torches: our gentle alternative to Trick or Treat this year.🧙🏼♂️
That evening, I listened to the PM’s announcement of a national lockdown. My heart sank, and then I smiled as awareness dawned….
This seasonal transition heralds the start of the inner time. A time when the garden looks decayed but below ground the seeds and bulbs are held for the next season. The leaves have fallen and the energy goes to the roots.
It’s the stripped bare season. A time when we can see more easily what’s really there.
A time when we can more easily reveal (to ourselves!) what really matters.
A new 6 week half term starts today. It’s also six weeks until Winter Solstice when the light turns and starts to grow again.
We have an opportunity to embrace this inner time.
I’m curious what it would look like for me to write every day throughout this time. What will unfold simply by sitting down here at my laptop each morning?🤔
I wonder how you’ll create this time for yourself? What you’ll give yourself permission to do?
In the meantime, happy new year, dear friend!
Love Arlene x