I considered trying some humor today. Writing about the “War on Halloween” or something like that. Yet, all around me leaves are blazing and drifting slowly to the ground. The afternoon light makes the mountains glow like molten gold. I’m in love with this season.
It’s strange how seductive the season can be. The oranges and golds, the chill in the air, the scent of woodsmoke and the waning light all mean one thing: we are being drawn into darkness. We find this comforting, like retreating into the womb of the earth. We are drawn to the siren’s call of the darkening earth.
Pope John Paul II once said, “We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song.” I think it’s pretty fair to say Pagans are the Hallows people and remembrance is our song. Although we ring in the May with a full heart, even with popular notions of Witches aside, it is the autumn that seems to resonate with us the most.
I hope you have a magical Hallows. I hope you have grinning Jack-O-Lanterns, deep rembrance, good company and comforting foods. We may be being drawn into the dark half of the year, but we do not go alone. We are surrounded by the living, the dead and much love.