i woke to steady rain this morning and instead of my usual joy at rain i felt a little irked.
i have an ultrasound at our local hospital today, for my ever worrisome moontime, which means i have to drink two pints of water before i go in. pippin is out of commission with his engine in pieces and we were going to take our bicycles on the lymington flyer, cycle to the hospital (it is right on the outskirts of lymington itself so unless you drive yourself or get the bus its not easy to get to), then cycle back to the train station and walk up to the bank.
words that come to mind is 'rain stopped play'
the new state of play is that we are going to leave the bicycles at home, take our huge umbrella and catch the 10am train, hike slowly to the hospital and then hike slowly to the bank-which means i shall be good for nothing by the time i get home and not want to face any revision. so i am taking my anthology of primary sources with me to read in the waiting room while i drink my water.
however once i am home i shall enjoy the rain. the weather has taken a real shift towards autumn and i adore the falling leaves, chilly nights and mornings and the prospect of samhain coming ever closer.
i don't know about you but my celebrations do not cover what i call the prescribed days given us by the world we live in today~i am the same with the moon. it is not in my heart to consult a calender to find the exact day/hour that is given us by exact science.
i think on how our ancestors would have followed the changing seasons and the moon and of course they would have followed what their eyes saw, what their souls felt as the wheel turned.
and so that's how my path is, i feel the turning deep within me and my celebrations cover days, if not several weeks, following the gradual change that is happening around me.and so the gradual turn to samhain has taken hold and the weather today has assured me that autumn is here to stay for a while.
the birds are still singing their songs, my neighbours big oak is slowly dropping its leaves and acorns, my rowan seems to think its still summer, while the silver birches around the corner are already bare branches. our garden is looking barer by the day and it is finally time to release the green man from his black eyed susan. somethings will still give us some green over the coming months and i shall spend the coming months working on my outside alter.
we will also spend the months planning our new camper~it is with sad news i announce that our beloved pippin has been sold~a very enthusiastic 2cv lover from kent has bought him and so we know he will be going to a very good home in two weeks time. its so sad for we have had such adventures, but i have to think of poor swampy and his back.
but we have many plans for our new camper~in fact we think we have found the perfect successor to pippin. a volkswagon that is the right size and right price with some of the important bits already in (venting for gas bottle!)swampy is phoning the chap tonight to have a chat.
so of course we shall work away through the autumn and winter getting 'pretty pagan' ready for the spring. we have even discussed how we would cope with something so 'normal' and have some great ideas for making it (i cannot decide if its male or female so its and 'it' for now)very much our own~so watch this space!
~*well i have a train to catch in less than an hour so i hope you all have a wonderful day/night*~