TGIM...

Oddly enough, even though we have something going on every night this week, I still feel rather relaxed after the last week's orgy of sorting and sewing and cleaning and cooking and otherwise prepping for the Descent ritual. I still do have a number of projects in the pot, but no immediate deadline pressure, which is nice.

It's cold and mucky and deary outside, but the snow is mostly gone, so I really should get outside and rake up the rest of the leaves -- there's only a couple more pickups before spring. Unfortunately the leaves are too weat to go through the mulcher but I'll leave some on the beds anyway. And I should do some bush-wacking and cut things back a bit. That, and the weather outside, only deepens the inturning feel of the coming dark for me, which probably feeds into the fragmented dreams I had last night -- still sorting it out. It felt like something was waiting for me. It's one of those dreams that's far more emotive than visual, but at least I've confirmed for myself that my drawing of the wolf card at Samhain is entirely connected to the Celtic side of me -- definitely an ancestor dream and it's the Cailleach's season, though I usually don't connect Her with ancestors on this level; perhaps it's more the wolf connection that's bringing this up.... I think I shall be doing something with my wolfskin soon.