Category: Autumn

All things must come to an end

The energy of Mabon is upon us and it feels immensely nourishing. The time is truly reflective of things dying off, competing projects, merging with the earth in a way that goes back to its original state, a state of emptiness and darkness. It… Continue Reading “All things must come to an end”

Landscapes and emotions

The first thing to do when we are overwhelmed is to recognise and acknowledge it’s there. Stop being brave and seek to suppress or control, just step into the chaos. It can be a scary concept and counterintuitive but what if we tried, as… Continue Reading “Landscapes and emotions”

Learning from the Wheel of the Year

Mabon Blessings to everyone on this beautiful early autumnal morning! The air today is ever so slightly chilly and I wholeheartedly welcome it. It speaks to me of the time we start  our slow descent into the misty, chilly and dark. Land, weather and… Continue Reading “Learning from the Wheel of the Year”

Magic awakens

The wind is tangled in my hair and my bones are injected with the last sap of warm sunny days. I buzz with energy once again as we go deeper into autumn and Samhain gets nearer. I can feel myself touching other realms with… Continue Reading “Magic awakens”

Addiction is a way of holding on

We are in autumn, a season perfectly aligned with the energies of taking stock, harvesting our gifts, desires, throwing away what is no longer needed and releasing through letting things go. It is reflected through trees unrobing their delicate bodies off foliage and exposing… Continue Reading “Addiction is a way of holding on”

Autumn’s breath

Air fills with chilling promise of glorious explosion of moist spider webs in the morning and vibrant colours of the land. Its breath is fresh, slightly biting to the skin, similar to that in early spring, the time my soul also adores. Autumn is… Continue Reading “Autumn’s breath”

Shedding with the season 

 As I pull out remaining weeds and dried out reminder of flowers and vegetables once blooming on my allotment I reflect on the play between holding on and letting go. Weeds are still green with roots deep in the soil resist my pull and… Continue Reading “Shedding with the season “