My feet led me to the Samhain garden along a path strewn with fallen birch leaves. The season has shifted once more as autumn slips towards winter. I feel the change in myself too, as I finally let go of summer and begin to obey the call to the quieter, more inward-looking time ahead.
The leaf woman on the island is already dreaming, made of the falling leaves and deeply connected to the earth. This exquisite sculpture (by artist Linda Brunker) is, to me, the essence of Samhain, of the Garden preparing for its winter rest.
I gather some leaves, scatter them over her and sit for a while, grateful for this quiet heart of the Garden.
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