Well, of course I've been spiralling down and in, I realized quite recently.
Tis the season.
Samhain - remembering & honoring the dead, preparing for the Winter ahead.
Now is the season of the Crone, who sets out into the world to gather up the souls who are ready for rebirth.
Judging by the hospice calls we've received at work since the start of October, She started a little early this year.
This is also the season of descent, into the Underworld - to release the old, and dream the new into being.
I think the Universe sensed this, and how heavy things could be in this time, for we have a gift in our patio...
A momma tortoiseshell cat brought her two kittens into our patio a couple of days ago.
(Cats know who the "cat people" are. Every time.) ;-)
I cannot begin to calculate how much time I've spent watching the antics of these wee babies.
There is magic in watching a young and innocent soul sampling new things in the world for the first time. In observing, you hear the whisper in certain tender parts of your soul: remember when?
And you are invited to consider how you would answer this question.
One of the other ideas about Samhain is the celebration of life, even in the midst of the dying times. I think these wee kittens are helping me with my celebration - little lights in the deepening dark, keeping me connected to the fact that the Wheel of the Year is continuously turning, even when we don't notice its motion.
Let us all breathe deeply as we move through the darkness, releasing the old and dreaming the new...