With this week’s New Moon that follows the celebration of the First Harvest, we now transition into the Fall quarter of the year.
“Fall?!?” you say.
I know, I know. Here in North Carolina, stepping from the air conditioning into the savage heat and humidity is like walking into a wall. I am sticky with perspiration just walking from the house to the car, or refilling the birdbath, which has been practically boiling dry!
Yet although it feels like ferocious Summer has decided to settle in and never leave, if you look closely, you will see a bronze tinge at the edges of some maples and sourwoods. Our oaks, dogwoods and sweetgums are looking decidedly spent, and there is heavy dew in the mornings that we don’t often see in high Summer. The chrysanthemums and asters are preparing to show off their magic.
The Equinox is a little over a month away, and after that, the dark hours triumph.
As we enter this harvest season, there is much uncertainty in the human realms. The economic news is gloomy at best. Giant swaths of Portugal and Russia are apparently on fire, while Germany, Pakistan and China mourn thousands dead in floods. There is so little commitment to the profound economic and political retooling that is needed to avoid global climate change catastrophe. While the Titanic is sinking, our leaders continue to discuss how best to rearrange the deck chairs.
Sweet Gaia turns, the Sun’s slant shifts and the harvests of grains, veggies, fruits and berries roll in. Like our ancestors, who faced challenges we today can hardly imagine, we gather what the bountiful, beautiful Mother has created. And we give thanks.
In the days ahead, I invite you to join me as we follow in the footsteps of the ancestors, and give thanks for our bounty. By realizing what we are given, by blessing and bestowing gratitude for all we have, we realize our true abundance. This is not wishful thinking, but deep knowing.
We now begin a journey of conscious, daily gratitude practice. I hope you’ll join me.