I have to say October is one of my favourite months of the year. I love the fall colours in the east, the flames of the orange and red maples and the flares of the yellow poplars and birch. I love the rustle of corn stalks drying in the wind while their rows of silken heads march into the hollows and up the slopes of the rolling hills. Here in the west I love the wild blue skies andt he deep blue-green of the evergreens clinging to the mountains. Lower on the slopes, the brilliant gold of the aspens cloak the hills and huddle in groves among the brown grassy meadows. The special gift of a blue sky morning, the air clear and sharp with each leaf magically etched with the light. The air is like honey, warm and sweet with the scent of dry grasses, ripe berries and edged with the taste of sundried dust and stone.
October is a time of transition, days are cold and windy even snowy some years. Other days are summer distilled into a single moment, heady and intoxicating. The buckskin grain fields stretch away into the distance. The hot dry wind strokes my face promising that summer will come again. Frost blossoms in the mornings, lacy doilies of silver shivering on the trees. The rising sun catches the tiny facets, turning the catagane into a diamond spangled fairy tree. There is magic abroad in the world.
October was the last month of the year at one time. October 31st was Samhain or All Hallow's Eve, which is where our term of Hallowe'en came from. This is one of the portals of the year, a time when the veils between the worlds is thin and ghosts and other spirits can travel into our reality. The custom of giving out candy or treats is a left over fromthe time when it was believed you must appease the restless spirits by feeding them.
A dear friend of mine used to say there were October people and she sought them out whenever she could. October people are those who are not afraid to speak out for what they think is right and to protect those they feel are in need. They are brave and filled with bright courage and wisdom. They may not win every battle, but they lose with their banner still flying high and their integrity in place.
October is a time of introspection as the year draws to an end and the nights close in. The long days of summer are over and we have passed the point of balance at the autumnal equinox and are sliding down the darkness toward the longest night at Winter Solstice. Even as autumn is a time f endings so also is it an invitation to look forward. Beneath the earth lie the seed which will become next summer's flowers and harvest, in the bellies animals lay the new members of the flocks and herds that will grace our pastures when the days grow long again.
An old Arab saying tells us the bellies of the broodmares are treasure chest filled with gold. October to me is the treasure chest of the year, brimming with the gold of harvest and safeguarding the seeds of future harvest.
Bright Blessings of the season to you and yours.