Darkness.

Today is the astrological date of Samhain. I thought I'd worked through a lot of my Samhain-type feelings already, but this week has sort of dropped a few things into my lap. I sit here, trying to prepare for some things tonight, but I'm not very focused. I contemplate other things.

Sacrifice. What will I offer? What is acceptable? What will be taken?

Endings. Connections, energy, relationships, lives...all these things can be culled. The Bone Mother waits with her blade in hand...what will she end?

I believe all things end for a reason. I believe that in this season, the things that are taken have outlived their natural, useful state and are being "recycled". Everything has a season...this is the season for death. Death is not truly an end, tho...merely a transition.

Transformation. She changes everything She touches, and everything She touches changes. As a person who believes that the concept of transformation is deeply entangled in her nature, I can't help but ponder this. How will I emerge from season of Death? Or indeed...will I?

Bah. Birdbrain today. Thinking too much. As much as I'd like, I can't seem to let intuituion and kenning guide me today. Too much on my mind. All of this leaves me cold, as if a winter wind is blowing inside my body, resonating through an empty space.
-M.