Since the Autumn Equinox, Mabon, the nights have been longer than the days. It is easy to feel lonely as dark evenings extend. No hands to hold or arms to cuddle.
Harvest has passed, some aspects continue, but if we stick to natural seasons, there will be no new harvests till next year. We won’t begin to sow and plant and seek fertile pastures till the spring, when the days become longer.
Winter is coming. We will enter a time of survival. We close the doors and windows. Our homes need heat. They need insulation. We need warmth. We will be on rations, on preserves.
But that’s not true anymore. We heat greenhouses to provide year round harvests. Since our lights are so powerful the lengths of the nights are insignificant. Our survival no longer relies on those tending the land but tending our pensions.
We are disconnected to natural rhythms. We are disconnected to each other. This could be why I feel lonely. Long nights give me more time to think. To think about my own harvest. Will I survive until I can sow and reap my own rewards?
May you be blessed and may your needs be met while the days are short.