we start out as a seed, and then grow, and grow, and grow, until on our own "Red Day" the scythe comes down, felling us to the earth below...but then another seed is planted, and up we rise again.
Some of my favorite lore to read in this season is of the Sacrificed King, who is found in many different cultures. John Barleycorn is an excellent tale to read, or even hear his folk song played. I believe that though my practice has grown and grown and grown, some things must be harvested. and cast aside so more can grow in it's place.
Harvest and the Autumn season is intimately tied in with the forces of Death, and Death with the forces of change. Change is needed for the blossoming and ripening of the spirit.
many at this time will hold a Red Meal, or symbolic ritual sacrifice of dark bread, and red wine shared between the people, the powers of the land, and the Ancestral shades, mimicking the blood sacrifices of old days.
Although I cannot drink or purchase wine due to my age, I will definitely try to hold a red meal with what I have available. Blood shall also be shed from my left hand to honor the pact between harvester and that which is to be harvested.
I use this time of year to meditate even more strongly on the idea of mortality, and living your life today as though you would die the next.
the sickle-bearer waits betwixt the rows of corn and grain. Know that you will all be harvested someday.....and to live your life in such a way that you will gladly accept the scythe at your time, for you lived a ripe, and fruitful life....
I hope you enjoyed this post :) and may you all bear good harvest...
