It is nearing the end of this beautiful year.
The transition of Autumn is underway as the end of October arrives with the magical Festival of Samhain…known to many as “Halloween.”
Halloween was derived from the celebration of Samhain, with its myths and beliefs about the “Otherworld” and happily placed into Christian culture through the celebration of, “All Hallows Eve,” or “All Souls Night.”
This beautiful time of the year is extolled in many beautiful poems and odes.
The year was divided in two, with Summer and Winter heralding transition.
“My tidings for you: the stag bells,
Winter snows, Summer is gone.
Wind high and cold, low the sun,
Short his course, sea running high.
Deep-red the bracken, its shape all gone,
The wild goose has raised his wonted cry.
Cold has caught the wings of birds.
Season of ice – these are my tidings.”
– Irish Poem, Translated by Caitlin Matthews
My favourite verse…the one that enters my head and repeats itself at this lovely time of year is the evocative verse of Keats…
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.”
– John Keats, To Autumn
The summer is officially over as Samhain is celebrated…and winter begins.
This is a special time, where there is a real sense of renewal and hope.
Time to light the annual bonfire and celebrate, with songs and games and food.
Time to write your wishes, hopes or fears onto paper and cast it away into the flames.
Time to share and bake and dance and laugh.
Summer is over and we have lived to greet another year.
And for those we have said goodbye to, wish them well on their onward journey.
As the days shorten and the sun dips low in the sky, our homes become sanctuaries of warmth and comfort.
The over-wintering begins!
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I never fail to find solace when I visit your cottage. Thank you.
Blessings to you Sandra. X
Enjoyed sharing your thoughts, thank you for setting my day’s mood in reflective contemplation 🙂 🙂 <3
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Samhain…As the days shorten and the sun dips low in the sky, our homes become sanctuaries of warmth and comfort.
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Words and images of an Irish autumn….evocative /true/ beautiful. I love the poem line “Cold has caught the wings of birds” And the way the fading light at dusk gives the candles a special soft glow.
I’m glad you find it inspirational, Christine…the autumn is just so beautiful!