Last night, rain thrumming all hours. Tonight, clouds racing over stars like ghosts. Today, the creek full, the surface of the pools so high that the waterfalls have become mere tumbles. Tonight, trick-or-treating with my son and two other boys and a pack of parents. Forest was a Super T-Rex and I wore my tiger pajamas, and underneath them, I was whispering what I remembered this morning, when I was looking at those full pools and the wet maple leaf that I found on the ground that was as wide as my torso and the dry ones tossed through the air, whirling… I remembered that to be a witch is to be engaged in a ongoing love affair with nature. I wore that knowledge under my tiger pajamas tonight in the streets of my neighborhood. And this morning, in Acer's arms, I rededicated myself to this priestess path, to be a voice for all that is wild and beautiful, not for myself but for my lover, this green and gold and black earth, this world of red roses and cold rain and T-Rex footie pajamas, racing from spooky house to spooky house, sure of sweetness, alive and trembling with love.
Happy Samhain, Beloveds.