This year I am feeling more subdued in chunky sweaters and orange colours. I often wonder if vibes are real you know? Sometimes you need to protect your aura and I am feeling like comfort as the new season begins. There’s just something about chunky knits that feel good, they’re like chainmail for my soul.
Yesterday as the summer wound down, I took time to reminisce. I took a boat trip out onto the water. I could see the water churning over the propeller. The seafoam tangled like ribbons. I thought deeply about life. I thought about many things while the brisk cold air whipped around me so chaotically as it usually does here, up North. But mostly I thought about how far I’d come, after a year of passing seasons. Still just as determined, but older and a little wiser.
I braved winter storms and the howling wind, and found a place of warmth in the cold, building my home, to be a delightful place. Then came spring, where I played games of hide and seek with my kids and frolicked in the tall grass, lighting a candle to burn old ways.
The wild flowers of summer began to sprout and I got green fingers, planting roots ready for the summer days of busy dashing here and there. Summer was a gazing glare.
Eventually, I got green fever, planting everywhere and now I have my first batch of tomatoes, orange, red, plump and ripe. Now the harvest of Mabon begins, make friends not foes and appreciate all the pretty things in this ugly world.
Aura’s all Aglow
Sunlight meets the darkest knight,
And they dance in equilibrium,
The starting gun, it flashes,
So fire licks the brightest heart,
And colours seep onto the page,
Creatively this time, it awakens,
A season drenched in fate,
Sunlight fades and leaves the night,
Darker times of delight,
Sweaters are chainmail for the soul,
Protecting Aura’s all aglow,
As spirits start to lift the veil,
So the Harvest can begin,
Seasons change, Mabon heals,
What is truth will be revealed.