Happy November (how the heck did that happen)
the celebration of the Celtic New Year which was later Christianized to Halloween. We pass from the light half of the year to the dark half. The earth goes fallow and prepares for the sleep of the Winter. It is a time of transition, a time when dividing lines dissolve and those who have passed on can come to visit and the living can in turn visit those who have passed on. It is a time to honour our ancestors and memorialize our loved ones. We feast on the products of our havarst and preserve as much as possible for the long winter months. Blessed All Souls Day and All Saints Day be with you.
November is the month of the year that holds the most change for us. While we celebrate and give thanks for our many, many blessings we also grieve for a loss still too hard to bear. All in the span of ten days. From complete happiness, to anticipation and utter, crushing despair. The years pass and yet the sadness, emptiness and sorrow remain. How could one moment in time hold such crushing pain? I will never know.
As I try to plod my way through this month I will try to remember those wonderful love-joy filled days and give thanks for the time we had together. My beautiful son Matthew Scott.
May you all be well and find Grace in this season of Gratitude.