We're midway into the Celtic month of "Reed" or "Broom"--the shrub which symbolizes both the mysteries of death and the deep-set roots of life. And, indeed, this is a season--from Samhain to Yule--of recollection of the past and recognition of both one's mortality and the Veil between the worlds.
This is the time when the earth is drawing into itself...it's settling and "nesting" in preparation for the dormancy of winter. The Celtic tree symbolism of this month...this season...is likewise one of preparedness, for this is the month that Broom comes to harvest--the branches being fashioned into brooms.
This morning, through the mists rising ever so gently from the fields which surround me on my morning commute, the last vestiges of Autumn's glory were faintly visible--the dimming golds and russets of the leaves which still cling helplessly to their branches, the furry cows coming into their winter coats, the browning fields which once held such verdant life.
It's a time to pause...to reflect...to reconcile oneself to the quietness which enshrouds this season. Watch the final "V" of the geese as they wend their way southward. Study the foolhardiness of the last leaves as they valiantly cling to their twigs. Breathe in the crisp, smokey air as neighbors gather at the fireplace to ward off the chill of the evenings. Embrace the silence!
In the peacefulness of the Moonlight...
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