Friday the 13th approaches
And she will be a beautiful, fierce, full, harvest moon
The autumnal equinox hangs before us, suspended in the balance
in the liminal space
of no longer, but not yet
The shadow realm of witch work

Oh, heaviest of chapters, close
Death
Fall away, decay
Let us regain our posture
The winds are whispering, chilly
The light of the moon comes sooner
She fills me, swells my belly
I smell the leaves dying
I feel the dark
She knows my name
Sweet earth, as you tilt

We reap the last of summer’s fruits and vegetables
The fog comes in
Hanging in the tops of the firs
Candles and incense are lit
The smoke of palo santo and cedar fill the air
Bones, talismans, stones

I walk between the light and the darkness
Unfolding
I slow down
Soups and cider simmer in the kitchen
I wrap myself in myth and story
I settle in, lean into the dark
The love burns strong like the candle light
It will last the night
the season
We call upon the ancient ones
Antlers, crystals, wood
Circle, shell, herb, and seed
These ancient traditions in my cells, my bones
Healing, magic, medicine
At last, reconnection
Soul Nourished, spells spoken

** only 2 of these images were taken by me **