I had been thinking alot about it recently.
I had switched my ideas about directions in conjunction with the wheel of the year.
Traditional is North-Earth, East-Air, South-Fire, West-Water.
Well, to me it seemed , (visualizing Samhain in the North), that North should be Air. This time of year, so little seems vital. It is the crispness in the air, the odd melancholy twinge in the breeze. And In the East, where lies Imbolc, it seemed correct that earth should be there. It is the time of the year of the stirring underneath the soil, life pushing through.. (there was much more to it, which I wrote at length in my Musings)
However, as proof of how ideas can change, today when going for a walk with the boys, I realized that we ARE in the season of Earth.
Samhain,The time between no-life, and life.
The seeds have fallen…
We are climbing inside ourselves… thinking, preparing.
Like the womb preparing its lining for a fertilized egg, spiritually we prepare ourselves. We cast off all the excess baggage that no longer serves us.
The trees have tossed down their dying fruit to rot, in order for seeds to embed themselves and grow.
Death is necessary for life.
But nothing is every truly dead. Just transforming.
Though it is not something we see , we know that the earth holds those seeds. In preparation. Everything needs a dormant season in order to grow.
Eventually, tiny miracles will occur, explosions of cells under the surface, like a woman newly with child… and then, as the season turns to Spring, that of Air, life takes it’s first breath…
But for now, we wait.
hm… just pondering.