The Wheel of the Year is Turning…

My Celtic ancestors followed the wheel of the year, as did other ancient peoples. We’re still called to the mysteries of the earth and sky, and even if we’re urban dwellers, we feel it when the seasons change. Savannah’s still, humid heat is gone, and Dogwood leaves drift into the courtyard, while Spanish moss swings in a flurry of wind. It’s getting dark earlier. Mornings are cool and jackets have found their way onto our streets.

Neighbors carry home a fat orange pumpkin. Soup is on the stove. I crave all things cozy and turn once again to baking. Knitting awaits. It’s even why we may feel compelled to buy that pumpkin spice latte.

Soon Samhain will arrive. But Samhain is not only about the simple pleasures of hearth and home.

Pronounced Sow-wen, the pagan festival observed from October 31 to November 1 ushers in the ‘dark half’ of our year. When the Celts celebrated Samhain, they built bonfires to herald the end of harvest.

The veil is thin at this season and the dead are celebrated. I am reminded of how close we are to the other side, as I pick my way through the gravestones of Colonial Park Cemetery, just down the street from my house. And lest we forget, when the veil is thin, faeries are active, so watch your step!