Novembers beauty and spirit
Our monthly post that takes a deeper look at the month we have entered and the story it holds for our own journey, as well as things to notice in nature and two herbal remedies for the season.
It is here we begin the Celtic new year, the Celtic calendar followed the cycle of growth, and so it starts here, when everything is dying, decaying and turning into a rotting down soup.
Yet that blackened soup, will become the fecund waters of the womb.
For this is not only the dying time, but the time of life, of creation, of seeds. It is when the trees, the plants, the beautiful rooted ones, drop their seeds. And along with their seeds, they also give the seeds the best start, by shedding the old leaves, branches, old forms and ways of being, so that they may create fertile ground and food for the seeds becoming.
This new year is woven into the compost of the old. Both life and death hold hands in order birth a new.
Death holds life and life holds death in their arms. All life is born in the presence of death, it is dependent on it and sustained by it.