I can’t wait for the day, that we can open up our table again, and share it with friends. The on going spread of Covid, while wading through a monstrous and unforgiving sea of grief, and a relearning/reliving of an entire lifetime worth of trauma and pain through a different lens; it’s been more exhausting than I even have words for.

I texted a dear friend yesterday, one who has spent many holidays and sabbats around a table with us when we lived in Louisiana, that I so wish she could’ve been here for this one. She always sat in community with us. One day we shall have that again out here, and hopefully with her as well, but for now, getting back into the rhythm of celebrating the turning of the earth, listening to the deep heartbeat from its core, and creating that space to once again open it up beyond those that live within these four walls, I am so grateful I am back in this mind space. It has been a deeply missed part of who I am.

I sincerely hope you all have a comforting and abundant autumn.

Blessed Mabon.