Harvest Moons

Fall in theory is upon us. I chose the above photo of the cubs from Samhain last year because it really expresses my feelings at this time of year. I become wistful and a bit melancholy in a nice turning- inward sort of way. The summer is waning and days of splashing in brightly colored swimming pools are passing away, yet we are still here ready for the transformation continuing to grow, love and celebrate.
This is my favorite time of the year and I'm always ready to soak every bit of it up through my breath, through my cells. Especially since Autumn does not last long in our land. My mind turns to all the beauty and bounty that we have harvested this year. The cubs are so strong and full of life. I still cannot believe I gave birth to these two willful intoxicating gypsy children. I try to remember how much I love these qualities in them even as I am tired from wrangling them all day. I do not want to break their spirits or somehow make them obedient. I just want to continue to revel in their freedom... and be a partner to them...and learn from them. They have so much to teach me...I can see it when I look in their eyes...or perhaps not to teach me, but to remind me. We dance together in this life and I can feel the warm energy that is shared between us, filling up the space that I hope will never be empty. They are my two full-bellied harvest moons. Their light and magnetism creates my tides. Without them I am only salt water.

I am blessed with my Honey, Chris. His open heart and unflinching devotion keep me sane. This quality reminds me so much of my own loving father and my own heart almost bursts because I never realized I could have someone as dedicated to me as my father is to my mother. I am astounded by how selfless he can be when it comes to the cubs and me. Once he told me with tears shining in his eyes that this family is what he has always dreamed about. I'm putting energy out this year for the two of us to spend more one on one time together reconnecting as husband and wife, not just parents.

Now I wait for the weather to grow coolor as the days grow shorter. I feel all dreamy and floaty thinking of pumpkins and cider and fires out in the garden, sweaters and boots and cozy scarves and hats; red cheeks and noses with that slightly damp feel, bare branches and crisp piles of leaves, the starkness of nature, the drawing in, the cuddles under blankets, hot soup with crusty bread, hot buttered rum, the allure of staying inside with books, the smell in the air of earth swept clean by wind, the gray of skies with occasional bright blue warm days (this is Texas after all), wrapping babes in arms and whispering stories of persephone and demeter in their ears. Yum, yum, yum...I ache with the joy of it all. Yes, my love, I agree, this is the family I always dreamed of. I want to scoop you all up and serve you with honey and roasted nuts, my family... so delicious. You, the cubs, the dogs and me...full, round, complete and blessed by this Harvest Moon.