Autumn.

Autumn. Just the word alone makes me feel content. It is that time of the year when you can feel the Earth retreating into it's slumber. The gentle scent of dirt and decay fill the air as leaves fall to the forest floor and continue the cycle of life. The smell of "autumn" spices, like cinnamon, nutmeg and clove, entice us into eating rich, filling meals. The air becomes crisp and cool as warm fires begin to be stoked in hearths. The light of a flame is never as beautiful as it is when lit in the cool Autumn with the fiery colors of Fall in the tress. As Mother Earth enters her slumber and we prepare to pay honor to those who have gone before us... I am filled with sheer awe for the Divine. For me to respect the Divine's creation; it is only through honoring Death that I can truly respect Life. I have always loved Samhien, Halloween, All Hallows Eve, All Saint's Day, Día de los Muertos...