Samhain

She escapes her lover’s embrace. Such is the sacrifice of the Goddess.

She knows all is well. The wheel continues spinning. All is fertilized. It is done. It must rest now. The cold comes now. The time of the dead. And the dark.

She smiles content as she sits high on the ledge of the field. The low Sun dying into a dark womb meets the cold soil and creates the misty light. In there a thousand other worldly creatures can dance their eerie steps and bless this human realm. Encapsulating the energies and the echoes of playful chase of love.. the dance in the light. And she will see him in the gap between the dark and the light.. And new seeds will be sown. New beginnings.

As the Sun dies into the Night she sees the entire World falling into its own serenity. There is quiet. A perfect still. All is balanced. All is well.. Just that brief moment when all aligns. The Great Mother holds her breath and sees all is as it should be. Ends meet. All is evened.

Soothed. Tucked in. Folded.

The ones who walked before are honored and pleased. There is not a ripple on the surface of the vast Sea of Life that has not found its curve. The Gods in the deep and above are satisfied.

All the directions. Balance. The spirits of the elements. Content. The lore sung and retold. The rulers of the forests and fields, the mountains, the sky. Pleased.

There is a song humming in the soil, still. Joyful. Stomping bare feet. A drum. A hymn.

Fires in the distance. Scents of oaky smoke and rotten leaves.

The ones who move by the night are coming to life.

Just this brief moment, when all aligns and falls into place. And the Worlds are silent.

Just this brief moment. It falls into place.

One.

And it falls out again. Such is the law. Nothing can linger. Noting can just be.

The world cannot just stop turning.

She exhales. And gets up. The moment passed.

A new cycle. A new year. Into the dark.

Until the light comes back to the forests and the fields.

Withdrawing. Walking. Ever on.