Lughnasa Harvest Moon
This northern soul breathes easier when the mornings are cooler, even cold. The bright blue Canadian skies or the dark gray roof of low cumulus clouds make me happy, too. As we tilt toward September 29th, Michaelmas, the springtime of the soul holiday in my sacred calendar, my inner life revs up, or perhaps better, cycles down. The humus built up over the growing season sees the first shoots of ideas sowed either long ago or just yesterday.
Right now I’m in the grip of Loki, trying to wrestle a believable and exciting villain from his myth and legend. He and his kids get their own book, this next one, Loki’s Children, so Dad is important. He’ll come clearer to me as the fall progresses. (Death of Balder)
