In the Crone's Time

Although the weather here in Oregon is nothing like the weather of New England, I know that it is getting wintery. In the mountains there are deep curtains of fog which from the valleys obscure the skyline. Winter mysteries are upon us. Time for purifying and repairing so that we can meet the bliss of spring.

For our little grove it is this way. We are working with the old ones, thinking of them, thanking them as we try to make ready for the changes that will come in the new year. For us it is still Samhain, still the time of the ancestors, still the time of growing dark. 

The meditation lately is of a rainbow light going out and coming within like an infinity symbol.