Channeling Something Ancient Before Samhuin

A dog, a boy, a wife, a family all cozy in a warm house on a cool, wet Fall evening. Our bellies full, we played with the boy and his dog until bedtime. Timeless stuff that our ancestors would know well. Somewhere there is trouble, storm clouds on the horizon. But not here, not tonight. Just the dying season leading to Samhuin but eleven days away.

A leafhopper made his way to my shop this evening and laid down for the last time. He just couldn't go on. His time was done. And so it is with the plants and the leaves. Having done their duty, preparing the way for the next generation, they quietly lay down and go back to whence they came. All travel across Abred on their journey to Gwynvyd, the white life.

A dog, a boy, a wife and a family with some work and companions have brought Awen to this tired, old Celt. My wisdom is burnished, slowly by God through the dog, the boy, the wife and the rest. He whispers just a bit longer old man, I'm not done with you quite yet. Use everything that We have made of you for Our purpose until you can't go on any longer.

I have been blessed to have the dog, the boy, the wife and the family. Some work and a few companions on my journey. A cozy home and the seasons with the storm clouds far on the horizon. Sometime in the future I will lie down for the last time, unable to go on. But not now, not tonight. For my journey across Abred has not yet finished.

Samhuin comes in eleven days and the Great Cat of Connaught lurks at the mouth of the cave, ready to ravage the Land and those who live on it. But Modb will be denied yet again and only this turning of seasons will die.We will go on a bit longer despite the evil in the land.

This year I have the dog, the boy and the wife in the cozy home with the full belly and the rest. For a bit longer.