october sure snuck in there quickly… bringing her wicked wind, rain.. but most of all- the darkness of winter that steals the light in the sky earlier and earlier each evening.
the harvest begins, crackling smoky fires linger in the air.
old traditions begin now and last through christmas, food and superstitions.
and while october has always been one of my favourite times of the year, it now carves a deep sadness that comes with the yellow leaves stuck to the wet black pavement.
the passing of a great friend, mother and sister. steven’s grandmother, who was such a beautiful gem of a woman.. treasured friend, and such a comfort of a mother. last october brought her sudden passing and shook the family up, and of course-nothing has been the same since. the wound is still fresh and deep in our hearts- as this is the first year to pass without having her.
not meaning to be a downer, her life should always be celebrated. i think that this past year, we’ve all been searching for her – and calling on her to watch over us and help us through difficult times.
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october is… celebrating life and death. a delicate dance. the harvest of the last of the sweet summer fruits, the curly wicked tangles and knots of pumpkin vines… the boundary between the living and the deceased is thought to be at it’s thinnest, celtic pagan traditions sweep through-stuck in the bones of the old and taken with great superstition.
october is… mysterious. bittersweet. crunchy. fire. alive. dead. the beginning of hibernation. home. wool. hot cocoa. sheila. libra. pumpkins. conkers. orange. dark chocolate. ghouls and goblins.
i don’t know how she happened upon us so quickly.
