Season table change over for Autumn. Happy happy happy!
Friends over for the afternoon, and a visit from Grandad, and a generally sociable time today.
Golden cloaks, sanding and polishing the wooden swords, singing harvest songs, Waldorf painting stories, listening the relevant chapter of Voyage of the Dawntreader, and baking dragon bread.
Yes, as always, our dragon bread is frankly ugly and misshapen. But delicious, anyway. Especially with a hearty stew.
Since I effectively missed all but the barest essentials of the High Holy Days this year, and we are barely managing to use our booth in the garden with the freezing cold week we are having... spending today really thinking and talking about what we wish to leave behind, and what is really essential to fight for, work for, and carry with us on our journeys, has been immensely positive for me.
For me, my "dragon" of the moment is control, and the panic and unneccesarily raised voice that goes with every loss of my ability to control others. This is the primary habit I want to outgrow this season. As for where it comes from and how it can be lost, well, as Terry Pratchet puts in the mouth of a very wise witch, "people as things, that's where it begins."
Oh Great Light, grant me the strength to begin again and leave behind unhealthy habits. Help me shed this dragon skin, and treat my family as sacred whole human beings, companions, and not as objects to be managed.