The cold is creeping back in after a string of unseasonably balmy days and nights, reminding us that we are still traveling towards the heart of winter. The land lies still beneath clouds, and the spicy scent of decaying leaves hangs in the damp, chill air.
” ‘Ailte ort fhein, Spirits of Night, Mother of Darkness. May you hold us close in your embrace, and take us back to the Source where we may find healing through our dreams. Thank you for your gifts of rest and regeneration. Slàinte mhath.”