This Esbat I am meditating on a card from my very first Tarot deck. The deck was a gift to me when I was sixteen & it still has a special purpose in my life, even if it does not get a great deal of reading anymore. I have been thinking a great deal about this card, what represents to us in this modern life; thinking in particular, about the things people here in Anchorage do in preparation for winter. What happens when the harvest is over?
The city is in transition. Strands of smoke from leaf litter fires are beginning to appear over the housetops. The birch trees wearing their bright, autumnal colors foreshadow a firey end. The folks in the building next door are making the most of their fire pit while my neighbors scramble to plan an end of the season barbecue. Unconsciously, we seek the cleansing nature of fire to aide us in our transition & to help us mark it -- burning away the leftovers, cleansing our spaces, saluting the end of our uniquely Alaskan summertime fervor. I selected this Esbat's poem with these fires in mind.
Autumn Fires
In the other gardens
And up on the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers int he summer,
Fires in the fall!~ Robert Louis Stevenson
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