THE YEAR TURNS

The Celtic winter has arrived. This the beginning of the season of Samhain.

THE SONG OF SAMHAIN

I am the Hallow-tide of all souls passing,

I am the bright releaser of all pain,

I am the quicken of the fallen seed case,

I am the glance of snow, the strike of rain.

I am the hollow of the winter twilight,

I am the hearth fire and the welcome bread,

I am the curtained awning of the pillow,

I am unending wisdom's golden thread.

 

Caitlin Matthews in The Celtic Devotional

 

This the beginning of the dark time of the year here. Within a couple of weeks I'll be going out the front door in the dark in the morning and coming through the door to the welcome light at the end of the day. From now until the end of January when it starts getting brighter. Everything is tucked in, the grass fields plowed and reseeded and beginning to show a little green. And if we hae a mile year, the crocuses will be showing leaves about the middle of January. And probably wishing life came with a rewind button. Now eastern Oregon and Washington? It really gets freakin' cold on the other side of the mountains.