Every year, on October first, I write my Welcome to the Witching Season post. October has always been my favorite month and autumn, my favorite season. This makes sense, of course, given I’m a shamanic witch and this season is made for witches and mystics. Right on schedule, the rains are starting here as the season of ghosts rolls in. For Pagans, the new year—Samhain is not only the festival of the dead but the celebration of the Pagan New Year. For those of us who are ‘real’ witches, this is our time.
This is also the season for all lovers of the paranormal—this is the season of imagination. Ghosts lurk in the shadows, trolls creep out from under their bridges, vampires go on the hunt, and that howling you hear? No, it isn’t the basset hound next door—it’s a werewolf peeking out of the forest under the full moon.
Every year I have a tradition—to my closest female friends I send a card that I found years ago and bought many many copies of (SO many copies). There’s a line inside about “…this burnt orange season” and so I send my ‘burnt orange cards’ every year—not via e-mail, but honest, snail mail cards just to say hey, I’m thinking of you this wonderful season. It heralds in the autumn for me now like an old friend, sitting, writing little notes by hand in an age of all-things-keyboard and makes me think of bonfires and hearthfires and applesauce and cinnamon buns and community.
So as spiders spin their webs (and spider season here is like a free-for-all), and our rainy season descends here in the Pacific Northwest, I welcome you to the Witching Season here on my blog.
Tell me, what about this season makes you shiver at night, and wrap the covers just a little tighter around you?