17 November 2012

Sparks

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The last Autumn festivals have passed, and Winter festivals are fast approaching.  I am clinging to Autumn, personally.  There are still plenty of crisp brown and red leaves, and those tiny yellow birch leaves that seem to fall in slow motion, and the skies are wild and wide and grey.

I almost can't bear for this season to pass, it feels as though it is carrying Talia's babyhood away with the gold.  November is often a good month for me, a slow steady passing into the home-and-hearth part of the cycle of my years.  The graceful letting go is eluding me a little right now though.

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3 comments:

  1. I read this today and it stirred me, I wanted to share:
    Blessed be you Holy flame
    for takingthe fire of love into the heart of darkness.
    Stir up your fire in me this day.
    xx

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    1. Beautiful! (Celtic Wheel of the Year?)

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  2. Yes, thank you for recomending this gorgeous book :) x

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