Fall is definitely creeping through the foothills of the Appalachians and finally the temperature is beginning to cool. All summer I’ve yearned for cooler temperatures as there has been so many days where there is very little difference between the day and the night temperatures.
Today I feel unsettled, restless. I had this vision that I just want to retreat to the temple of the Ancestral Mother’s. To enter the temple in the half light of dawn and open the door and windows to the new day. I yearn to lie down in front of her altar, look up to see images of the ancient mothers and her symbols as I purify myself in the aroma of dried herbs grown from the garden. To turn on some music which expands this moment and stretches me back through the ages to my foremothers and to the future foremothers.
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