The shift in the light, how the sun seems more like muted gold this time of year when it’s filtered through the changing leaves. It also marks the beginning of wood stove season and I love building and tending our hearth fire and the way the smell of other folks’ fires add to the autumn feels for me. How vocal the wind becomes when there are leaves to blow about in it. The darker mornings giving me some moon and star company on the way to work. The closing of the year and the remembrance of ancestors and honoring the cycles that envelop us all very much appeals to my witchy nature.
The shift in the light, how the sun seems more like muted gold this time of year when it’s filtered through the changing leaves. It also marks the beginning of wood stove season and I love building and tending our hearth fire and the way the smell of other folks’ fires add to the autumn feels for me. How vocal the wind becomes when there are leaves to blow about in it. The darker mornings giving me some moon and star company on the way to work. The closing of the year and the remembrance of ancestors and honoring the cycles that envelop us all very much appeals to my witchy nature.