I love autumn, the season that feels like change. It’s late August right now and the air seems to have shifted. I wore a sweater last night when I was out and about near sundown. I am seeing pumpkins ripening on the vine and suddenly me tongue is craving apples and cinnamon, my body craves rest after a long summer of GO-Go-go and DO-Do-do. Patience I whisper to myself the time will come to rest soon enough, the light will fade from the horizon and darkness will envelope the earth so I can go inward. I am planning a trip to Salem, MA because the witches are calling me. My last full moon an ancestor ( I did not know we had from the Salem Witch trials came in with messages, just recently my husband found the connection and shared with me her story) my children being the 13th generation, lol. Of course. I was a little witch at 15. Initiated by friends Mom who was a solitary witch. I have been a solitary witch ever since. But, maybe… my circle is calling
