Lughnasa Honey Moon
Even though the heat blazed down like mid-July today, the twilight comes much earlier. The wind moving among the trees in our woods sounds like the voice of autumn, not the return of mid-summer. May it be so.
My heart has already begun its turn inward, the work of Loki’s Children and Changes, a novel after the trilogy is done, beginning to dominate my early morning and post-nap moments. No, I’ve not made the complete transition yet, the bells have not yet rung, but soon, soon the night will begin falling earlier, the state fair will be finished and Michaelmas just around the corner.
September 29th is daughter-in-law Jen’s birthday and Michaelmas. Michaelmas was the date that began school terms in England and can be seen, as a friend once noted, as the springtime of the soul. It is the holy day of St. Michael, the archangel, the warrior of god. A complicated day with many threads woven into to its tapestry. All this is within a month or so now, the year has begun to change.