It's Fall here in Ky, and I am truly enjoying this bittersweet time. Gone is the humidity, replaced by cool, coffee drinking mornings and warm, dry afternoons. The leaves are beginning to change and the fall wildflowers are blooming in golden magnificence. It is truly one of my favorite times to bask in the vast beauty of Creation.
I remain, however a little sad, because it is a time of ending. I know these next couple months are heralding the cold, long winter. Grey skies will replace long, sun filled days and the trees will nod and sleep, their bare limbs stark against the chilly shroud. A lover of nature, I will deeply miss the song of the birds and the bright beauty of the butterfly flitting among the flowers.
Another bittersweet time was my husband's fly-up from his Shaman Circle. Bob and Diane graciously allowed me to attend circle with him and I had gotten to know the other men in his circle. It was so beautiful to bear witness to their experiences as they embraced the Shamanic way of life. Those three men really put their hearts out and did the work. They are wonderful healers and it was a joy to watch them in ceremony. Brian played his flute for us and words cannot describe the energy that transpired with his musical connection to spirit.
I might be a little partial, but I nearly cried as I watched my husband bless the water. Raised Catholic, he was never a man to openly pray. Here he was, silently blessing the water in the six directions with a powerful love that was palpable. In this moment, I took in the sight of his hands, rough and time worn, cradling the water. His silence spoke profoundly. I am blessed with a wonderful man.
So, it's been a week of pondering that while all things change, each ending opens the door for new beginnings, new lessons, and opportunities for Joy. Winter will come, but so will the Yule, another favorite time of year. I'll bake apple pies and my son will be home from college. We'll laugh at the antics of the children and enjoy a fleeting time when all the community seems to live in brotherhood. After that, the long winter months will indeed give birth to Spring, and once again, the sun will shine on our faces.