tonight marks the end of the light half of the year, the end of the most bountiful of the autumn harvests, the death of the sun god. and the mother will weep until the spring resurrects the blossoms like new birth and life erupts and thrushes across the earth in triumph.
this is a time to take stock and prepare for the darkest months. gather yourselves up against the cold and void. now is the moment of sleep.
