Samhain Changes ~ Ready or Not

Summary

The author reflects on the celestial phenomena and personal experiences during Samhain, acknowledging the transition from Daylight Saving Time as an opportunity to realign with nature's rhythms and contemplate the liminal time marked by this ancient festival.

Abstract

As Samhain approaches, the author is captivated by a magnificent sunrise, which prompts a moment of reflection and appreciation for nature's grandeur. The transition from Daylight Saving Time is seen as a harmonious adjustment, allowing for a deeper connection with the earth's cycles. The author ponders the significance of celestial events, such as the sun's trajectory and the thinning veil between the physical and spiritual realms during this time. While some may view the time change as an opportunity for extra sleep, the author embraces it as a chance to experience greater wonder. The red sky in the morning, a phenomenon recalled from childhood, sparks anticipation and gratitude, and serves as a metaphor for the cleansing storms of societal change. The author looks forward to the transformative possibilities of Samhain and encourages others to partake in its celebration with joy and reverence, embracing the opportunity to burn away the old and welcome new growth.

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The author expresses a mystical fascination with celestial phenomena, particularly the sunrises and the position of celestial bodies, as indicators of natural and spiritual transitions.
They view the end of Daylight Saving Time positively, as it brings an alignment with natural circadian rhythms and enhances

No, I am not a “Witch” but aren’t we all?

Labels mystify me. But that is neither here nor there. What wonders await us on the other side?

Yesterday’s sunrise was glorious, perhaps one of the top ten of this life, and that’s saying something. I wasn’t going to empty the dishwasher, again, but Samhain’s slowing of the art of paying attention captured mine. Orange-red streaming clouds and the bright golden glow beneath them as they lanced through the trees, made me gasp. “Oh my!” the first light and I seemed to tone as one. My wonder, my light, my life, shared with this life-giving display. My heart soared with the rising of the Sun.

Always fascinated by the Sun’s annual trajectories and any wobble therein, I put the kettle on and remained within the portal of an Eastern-facing window to breathe in the wonder of the show. From the other side of the house, pinkly glowing mountain tops and a setting Moon or Venus, form the first Western-facing views of the day. From this side, another point of view, first light climbs over the peaks in a blaze of glory.

Basking in the fiery emergence of this sunrise was a first gift from Samhain’s thinnest veils. “Oh thank you that the clocks have turned back and Nature once again rules the day. Thank you, Great Mother, that my Nature is ever more finely tuned to your ways.” {thank you ~ thank you ~ thank you}

Whether one celebrates the beginning of winter {or Spring, in the Southern Hemisphere] at the end of October, as Halloween, or All Hallows, or into the 1st of November as All Souls, or whether, as I do, one awaits the astrological cross-quarter when our Sun reaches 15 degrees of the sign of Scorpio, one feels the special, liminal window that is our now.

Some enjoy “an extra hour of sleep” as body adjusts. I tend toward an extended experience of wonder. That choice, for me at least, enhances the magic of this window, this opening to what lies without and within. So readily available now, these open vistas of perception.

Yesterday morning I remembered my Grandfather’s words, “Red sky at morning, sailors take warning,” always delivered with his signature wide grin. “Will there be a storm, Grandpa?” the child that I was, wondered. “Let’s wait and see,” he would invariably answer.

And, so, we observe the releasing storms of our times. May they blow in whatever gusting capacity is most needed to cleanse our ways. May they require us to remember that some ways justify no means. May those means cease to have meaning in this, our transitioning world. May we remember Nature’s harmonious glory.

Yes, the red skies inspired wonder, anticipation of what might arrive on the day, and gratitude for yet another Samhain alignment, folded under the loosely clasped belt of this world wanderer. Yesterday held Bonfire Night, after all. What shall we choose to burn? What to celebrate, as Cerridwen’s cauldron swirls and turns?

Wishing a joyous Samhain, to the young ones, the crones, those coming into true sovereignty, and the innocent nature of us all.

Blessed Be.