Sister Spikey Mace wrote about Mabon this morning, as well. Go check out her post; it's an excellent one.
I noticed that the Autumn Equinox was soon approaching via my lovely faerie calendar I have hanging up in my cube, but I felt it coming, as well. It's around this time of the year that I start to sleep in more in the mornings and simply have a sense of loss? depression? longing? wistfulness? (ok, maybe it's not that simple). I just don't feel like I'm all there, ya know? Like a part of me is missing. And I don't know where to look for it.
This feeling eventually goes away as it gets colder. Then Harry and I sit around drinking hot apple cider and cuddling up under our faux fur blanket to veg out in front of the TV. Suddenly, I feel full, no, more than full, like spilling over the brim. I get that feeling of "my cup runeth over" as Thanksgiving and Christmas stroll around.
Yet it's this time now, mid-September to mid-October, that always gets me down. I have no desire to do anything. I wonder where I went to. I get these extremely strong creative urges with no energy surges to play them out. This is the time when I long for the old me, the girl who wrote poetry and painted her fingernails black. The girl who sat in coffee shops, having a smoke and waxing philosophic about why our hearts must break.
Thankfully, this melancholy will be gone soon. For now, since I don't feel like creating, I'll share some lovely creations in celebration of Mabon. I love the google image tool.
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