After over seventy days of triple-digit temperatures here in north Texas, the stifling heat of this summer has come to a simpering end. A final "hurrah" was attempted by the spirits of summer, but to no avail. Like a contrite sinner, the heat and has dissipated to a slow murmur in the afternoons. Additionally, the rains have started to return to this drought-stricken land. The deep scars in the parched earth where the ground has split for lack of water are starting to heal--the hardened crust has softened to a cushion of moist soil.
'Tis the approach of Mabon this week and the Earth is healing itself in anticipation of the ensuing Harvest festivals. In our Garden, the burned and decimated plants are starting to miraculously sprout and fruit once again. Our hearty little cherry tomato plants have darling yellow flowers exploding on them--promising a riot of late harvest deliciousness! The songbirds have returned and the dragonflies and damsel flies are dancing over the Pond once more.
How much have we been taught in our summer inattentiveness! Patience with the land, appreciation for the capriciousness of the rains, humility at our inability to manipulate the seasons to our own devices and desires... She is harsh (at times) as the Mother--ever teaching and ever training--but the result is the Festal season into which we now enter. Now begins the moment of our yearly offering of gratitude for the lessons taught.
What have you, my dearest visitors to the Lair, taken to heart from the seasonal education of our Dear One? What do you now reap? What offerings can you now make in this knowledge?
Take time, my dear friends...for time is what She teaches us to have, to take, and to appreciate. Listen to the approaching Season--it's starting its own lessons for us......
In the softness of the Moonlight...
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