“She gathered her most holy prayers and prepared for Winter.” ~Bella
It starts with my wardrobe. Thick tights, knit cowls and neck warmers, sweaters pulled from the back of drawers. Nothing says it better than the first frost though. Winter is coming and it is time to settle in.
I sat in the darkness yesterday. It was not quite 6pm and the world was painted black. Soup bubbled on the stove, and my daughter sat at the table quietly doing her homework. The entire scene was like a soft song.
The changes are subtle. Peak colored foliage dying off, lush trees now naked and bare, and almost every day the sky looks like a glazed silver.
It is now my time to retreat inward. Like bear, my ally this Autumn, I am prepping my home for the cold months.
I am stocking up on tea, foods that fit in a pot or a baking dish, books, magazines, yarn, paints, and plenty of journals. My prayers are held within stones and the greens of Yule: mistletoe, thistle, holly, and pine. There are also my oils and secret messages from the universe. I seek them out with my camera.
There is coziness to gathering, and I feel very alive in this mothering role. We will be here with candles lit, slowing down while the world continues to spin.