The end of the lighter half of the year.
The beginning of the darker half.
My favourite day in my favourite season.
I love the fog, the moisture in the air, the smell of wet leaves decomposing and becoming one with the earth that nourished the tree they fell from. Beginning and endings, indeed.
The ghosts are gathering.
I'm sure many alters will be build and dedicated tonight.
I don't have one, I don't need one. I have this:
It's been an interesting day so far, in an introvert way.
I noticed change in me the last couple of weeks, a more relaxed state of mind.
My tarot reading for today, as well as my rune reading both tell me the same: I walk the path of self-healing, I have the power in me to make changes if I'm only willing to listen and ingnite that power and open myself up. Everything suggests happiness if I dare to let go of my security blanket.
There is only one thing I'm aware of, consciously aware of, that I would love to change: my job. Not the job itself, but the majority of people around me, making life miserable and a daily struggle. Being forced to make other people's false promised reality. Making things happen on the whim. While I still find satisfaction in dealing with my customers, their managers' brainless decisions and thoughtless reactions make me cringe and lament. I feel that I could develop myself further, just not with them. Too many against too little.
I have toyed with the idea of going, leaving this all behind me. With no idea of what next. Finances don't allow this, not in the current climate.
But this will change eventually. I might need a little more patience.
I have that patience.
I follow the trail.
We won't be going out tonight, there is no Halloween Trick or Treating here, so I'm looking forward to a nice and quiet night with the husband and the cats. We have a DVD we'd like to watch, I have some knitting to do and we both still fight a seasonal cold. Candles will be lit, tea will be drunken, spicy chicken will be eaten and stories will be told.
Ghosts are welcome.