Every year at this time, I post a blog that I call Welcome to the Witching Season. This year is no different. This is my favorite time of year. This is the season of the witch, the season of gargoyles and ghosts, of magick and bonfires. This is the season when the mists rise, and creatures creep out of the woodwork. Could it be a werewolf? Or maybe a vampire? Or maybe it’s your next door neighbor, out to howl at the moon and drum in the ancestors.
As a shamanic witch, my life is steeped in the autumn season. What are fun and games and a bag full of candy to others, is a very real and spiritual part of my life. As the leaves turn color and drift lazily to the ground, my heart swells. The rain lulls me, the morning chill braces me, the smell of spice and apples and roasting turkey are among the best scents in the world.
This month is a joyful one. Those of us who are pagan look forward to the festival of Samhain—the third harvest, when we give honor to the ancestors and all who journey the spiral path. So let the spiders spin, and the rains come, and break out the orange lights and all decorations that remind us of the shadow side. For without darkness, the light burns too brightly and can scorch. Without the rains of autumn, the bonfires may blaze out of control. And so we plunge deep within our own shadows to face them, integrate them, and come out whole and balanced.
Tell me, what makes you shiver at night? What parts of autumn do you love?