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Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Good Morning Good People by Jackie B. Steele

Yes, Frost, this peri-dawn.
Transitioning to dew.

The Sun has risen and is starting to warm the Earth. She resonates with waves of loving conclusions here in the North, & initiations of Spring in the far South.

We have been swapping produce and preserves. Cleaning Hummer feeders and replacing them with suet feeders. Doing what we can outdoors before freeze up. Now the Apples will be sweeter, the cold night changes the sugars. Thinking about apple crisp, and pumpkin bar co-creation this weekend maybe. 

Gathering the garden to share and store. Like the squirrels. Still much to do, before the snow...
The food shelf was very grateful for the many Apples and Pumpkins. Now that the vines will have been knocked down by frost, we can assess the entire squash & potato harvest, what to share & what we'll use.
We had fresh squash for dinner a couple nights, and oh it is so good, I am grateful.
We were sitting in the open garage in the Sunshine sorting, and the chipmunks came and sat in front of us asking "May we?" and we nod & say go ahead, they will then enter and run to the feed/grain barrel where some is usually spilled by this ole woman, and fill their cheeks and run back out while we laugh at their full cheeks.
Gathering seeds, some of them are so pretty, like the scarlet Runner Beans, Connie shared with me. The last batch I didn't plant because I had thought they would be pretty earrings. But this group I will save for planting next Season. Although I may make her a pair of earrings too. LOL
The Autumn Turkey hunt starts this weekend, I am looking at this years broods, that i have been tending to, and feeling this abrupt cut.
Reminds me of a ceremonial song that i think came from Circle farm Sanctuary with Selena, years back, oh my 70's - 80's
The Women would sing as we danced a circle clockwise, "We all come from the Goddess and to her we shall return like a drop of rain flowing to the Ocean"
The men would join in with, "Hoof and Horn, Hoof and Horn, all that dies shall be reborn, "Vine and grain, Vine and grain, all that falls shall rise again,
& repeat as we sang, danced, circling around the "boundaries of the Earth".
Raising a cone of power & Loving healing.

Just as:
"Every revolution contains within it the seeds of it's own destruction" : (Frank Herbert).

Every Harvest contains the seeds of a new beginning.

I Love the Season of the long Dark, that we are now entering,
a darkness that embraces everything, without abandon or discrimination.

Another old friend prepares to take a journey, candle lit for Denny.
"I am sorry, forgive me, I Love you... " you did a good job on the concrete, thank you".

Heartfelt Protection for "All my Relations."
Blessings to you,
Your Harvest,

to "The People.."
Thank you for being..

I am Grateful,

Much Love,

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