The Year Turns, and the night draws its cloak closer and wider around us. Harvest is still possible and it is within Life’s capacity to give us sustenance as we honor those labor to bring from Her. The Wheel turns, and though the dead are mourned, healing is still possible, and with it Life’s capacity to cast off, even in death, the seeds of a new beginning that will slumber until Spring. The Wheel turns, and in our souls, let us examine who we are and where we want to be, where we have missed the mark, where we have flourished. Remember that is a shared turning- not a road for us alone; our table, full or empty- we share with countless others, living and dead, seen and unseen. The Wheel Turns- may your Winter be blessed.
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