Every year, I write a post on October 1st called Welcome to the Witching Season, and today is no different. I love this post. I love that it’s time to write it, because I love the autumn, and I love the descent into the waning year, into the dark time of the year. This is the time of spirits and pumpkins, of acknowledging our ancestors and acknowledging the end of the life cycle. It’s the third harvest, the time of slaughter–when we harvest meat for our table. Even vegetarians kill to eat–we all do. We must kill to live. Putting aside all arguments on either side (and any comments berating either vegetarians or carnivores will be deleted), the fact is, the act of living involves death on so many levels.
This is the time of year when–here–the mists rise, the forests echo with the fall of raindrops, the smell of petrichor fills the air. The fog rolls in to cover the roadways, ghosts rise and walk, trolls hide in the shadows, the Veils lift and we hear the echo of ages past call our name.
Here, the spiders are looking for their mates (always frightening for me), the winds are rising, and the Autumn Lord walks the fields, a trail of frost in his wake. This is the Witching Season, and it belongs to those of us who revel in all things haunting.
So welcome to the Witching Season, and tell me what your favorite things about this season are!